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Jillian stayed in her room pass dinner time, she didn't want to face anyone. She cried on their bed, she paced the floor, she went through his clothes. She needed to smell him, to try to feel him. It was close to midnight when she had finally made up her mind on what to do. She stood up and grabbed her back pack. She threw in a flashlight and some clothes. She quickly wrote a note and left it on her bed then picked up his cross-bow and quietly left her room. She was going to find him and put an arrow in his head. He'd want it done that way. He had told her before that he didn't want to be a walker, no matter what. That would be her gift to him.

She left the mansion without anyone noticing her. She had packed a few bottles of water and some jerky. She prayed as she unlocked the gate that she could find him. She slipped out then put her arms through the gate and locked it up again. With a sigh she started down the road. She would go in the general direction they had started out in and after she was a little ways from the mansion she would click on the flash light and start looking for his marks, the slices in the trees.

By nine in the morning Jillian's legs were ready to give out. She found a tall, sturdy tree and climbed into it. She climbed until she found a wide enough branch she could sat on and rest. She leaned against the tree and closed her eyes. She knew they would know by now that she was gone. Her note had said she was going to find him and kill him. She told them she'd be back and not to come and find her. She wasn't sure if she expected them to or not.

She took a deep breath and listened to the sounds of nature around her. She was tired but only planned on resting for a few minutes. She couldn't afford to waste much time. She wanted to find him before he woke as a walker. She didn't want to see his sightless eyes. She was ready to end his life but she didn't want him to look at her when she did it.

A noise in the woods made Jillian open her eyes. She sat up and listened to the sound. She held her breath, something was coming towards her, something was walking slowly through the woods. She looked out and saw him then. His jeans were covered in dirt and blood. His sleeveless shirt was also covered in dirt and blood. His head was down and his steps were slow and wobbly. She waited until he passed under the tree, all the while holding on to her tears. The back of his head was covered in blood, his hair matted with it. She quietly lowed herself down from the tree and aimed the cross-bow. He had never taught her how to fire it but she didn't think it would be hard. The hardest thing for her was carrying it. It was heavier than she thought it was going to be, he carried it with such ease.

She swallowed her tears and bit her lip but a sob slipped out. The Daryl walker came to a stop and tilted his head, as if listening for her. He groaned and slowly turned around. Her hands started to shake. She did not want to see his face but she couldn't force herself to pull the trigger. She closed her eyes and yelled at herself to tighten it up. Her finger came over the trigger then.

" You can't shoot me with your eyes closed, Babe." Daryl managed to get out. Jillian's eyes snapped opened. " I ain't been bit anyway." He said slowly. Her shoulders started to shake as the cross-bow slipped from her grasp. She covered her mouth with her hand and started to cry. Daryl started towards her but tripped and fell down. Jillian recovered herself and hurried to him, gathering him into her lap.

" What happen?" She asked through her tears.

" That bastard hit me in the head, knocked me the fuck out." He said as he closed his eyes. " I checked over myself when I came too, I ain't been bit."

" I'm gonna kill him." She hissed. He laughed slowly.

" I need some water, Jill." He said.

She gently laid his head down then went to her back pack. She got a water bottle then went to him again. She carefully picked up his head and helped him to drink. When he pushed it away, she recapped the bottle and started rubbing the sides of his face. He kept his eyes closed and but his breathing was steady. She continued to stroke the sides of his face until he spoke again.

" My head is fuckin killin me." He said.

" I know Edward had pain pills." She said.

" Jack's gonna shit when he sees me." Daryl said. Jillian smiled.

" I threaten to kill him." She said. He opened his eyes and looked at her. " I aimed your bow at him then told him I was coming to slit his throat after he went to sleep." Daryl closed his eyes but smiled.

" I was I could have seen his face when you said that." He said.

" Can you walk?" She asked.

" Just help me up. It's gonna be slow goin but I can make it." Daryl said.

Daryl had his arm around her shoulders while she had hers around his waist. Together they stumbled towards the mansion. They had to stop every so often when Daryl felt like he was going to be sick. He gagged and heaved a few times but nothing ever came up. They would rest then start walking again. They had walked about seven hours and hadn't made it very far. Daryl was tired but kept pushing through. Suddenly, the sound of voices came to them, making them look up. Shane and Rick came into view.

" What the hell?" Shane called out. " You're not dead?" He asked. Daryl smiled.

" Not yet. That little shit's gonna have to try harder." He said as Rick and Shane rushed up to them. Both men took Daryl from Jillian, supporting his weight between them. " Jack hit me in the back of head with a branch. I got knocked out and fell down a creek bank."

" You guys were coming to find me?" Jillian asked.

" Or course we were." Shane said. " We couldn't let one of our pack go it alone. We thought you might need some help taking care of him." Jillian was walking beside Shane. She reached out and patted his back. He smiled at her.

" Thank you, guys."

" Were you really gonna shoot him if he was a walker?" Rick asked.

" It's what he'd want." Jillian said.

" Well she sure knows you." Shane said. Daryl's arms were around the two men's shoulders.

" My woman knows what I want. I'd thank her for puttin that arrow in my head." Daryl said. Jillian reached up Shane's shoulders and rubbed Daryl's arm, making him smile.

The trip was slow going but with each passing hour, Daryl felt his strength returning. His head was still pounding and his stomach was flipping but he knew he needed to keep pushing through the pain. He knew pain, he was no stranger to it and he'd get through it. He was grateful that Shane and Rick had come after Jillian. He wasn't sure they'd have made it back to the mansion with only her supporting his weight on her small shoulders.

" How are we going to handle Jack? I mean, he tried to kill one of us." Shane said.

" I think we should let Daryl and Jillian handle this." Rick said.

" Do you think we can sneak Dixon in without him knowing?" Jillian asked.

" Might. What are you thinking?" Rick asked. Jillian just smiled.