r2j591: As of right now I have stuff written up until the third season. I'm thinking I should end it there but it really depends on how I feel. But I would never leave you guys without a proper ending. It'd be like stopping a show halfway through a season for no apparent reason. I'd at least attempt to give you guys closure before stopping writing.

The reason for all the time with Carl is because everyone says they hate Carl and they have valid reasons for saying so, but the guy has seen death first hand, and has to live with the fact that he might die everyday. It's not easy living during a zombie apocalypse (even though they never say zombie once in the show…). I'm just trying to make Carl seem more lovable. Kinda like the relationship he has with Michone.

The pair of them woke to Sophia shaking them awake.

"What are you doing on the ground? Wake up!"

They woke up late and Dale insisted they go swimming after breakfast and Lori insisted. Carol even told her to take Sophia with them. They wouldn't say why but Lily could only assume it had something to do with the man digging incessantly up on the hill. All throughout breakfast she'd see more and more people catch him digging up on the hill and it had begin to worry people. Lily could only think that they didn't want her or the kids getting involved with the situation so they sent them away.

Despite the questions about the man on the hill and whether Daryl, T-Dog, Glenn, and Rick were ok, the three of them had a blast swimming all day and were exhausted by the time dinner was rolling around so they began to make her way back to camp.

"Sun's setting. Shouldn't the men be back by now?"

"Worried about Daryl?" Carl teased.

"I just thought they'd be back by now. Hey, I've gotta go, I'll be right behind you. Just keep going." The camp was within sight so she figured she'd be safe from Lori's wrath of taking her eyes off Carl and Sophia for two seconds.

"Alright."

Lily made her way around a tree and relieved herself. On her way back to the camp, she heard a twig snap. Quickly she spun around to look for the source of the sound. There was nothing around. She began to walk back to camp but there was still an uneasy feeling that she was being watched. She fought the urge to run, but when she needed it, it was already too late.

"Miss me?" a deep voice whispered in her ear. "I sure missed you."

There was no time to scream because he threw his hand over her mouth. Roughly, his large hand rubbed against her hip untucking her shirt thrusting itself below her belt line. She thrashed trying to free herself from his grip but he seemed to enjoy it more than anything.

"You looked real nice when you were swimming. You should swim for me sometime..."

She was thrown to the ground and he flipped her to her back before clamping his hand over her mouth again, but not before she was able to scream.

"Shut up!"

He tore her pants from her waist and snapped the buttons on her shirt when he forced it open. His beard scratched her chest as he kissed his way down her stomach to her waist line. His free had trailed it's way up her stomach to her chest and slid under her bra. She put her hands on his face and pressed her thumbs into his eye sockets. He slapped her so hard she was knocked along the ground.

Faster than he anticipated, she sprang up to her feet and began sprinting. "Somebody help!" she screamed running towards camp. "Help me!"

His footsteps thundered behind her as she ran, but they quickly overpowered her throwing her to the ground again. Tears filled her eyes as she grabbed the nearest thing and bashed it against his head. He slapped her again but made sure she didn't get away. Blood trickled down her face.

"You are mine!" He held a knife to her throat.

"I am nobody's!" she screamed at him. "Get off me!"

Every ounce of strength she had she used to free herself. If she died getting free, then at least she'd be free, but she was not going to let this man take her willingly. The knife wavered over her heart. In his eyes, she saw he was going to kill her. Right as he was going to throw his weight against the blade, a twang filled the air as an arrow sailed through his neck. Blood splattered all over her as she screamed. He gasped for air as blood fell from his mouth onto her chest and face. In one last attempt to kill her, he raised his hand and wrapped it around her throat squeezing as hard as he could.

She choked for air as he strangled her, but somewhere in the daze of choking she wrapped her hand around the arrow in his neck and pulled as hard as she could ripping it from his neck spurting blood everywhere.

How was he still alive?

Rapid footfalls approached and lifted him from her chest as two strong hands pulled her out from under him.

"Who was that?" Lily heard the voice but it didn't register in her mind.

"She's my property," her abuser spit at Rick.

Strong arms lifted her from the ground and carried her quickly away from the commotion.

Many faces passed by her as she was carried into the camp but none of them were familiar.

Daryl sprinted towards the RV with her in his arms and did not set her down because the walkers were all around them. If he put her down, there was no sure way to know if she would stay safe so he held her with one arm and killed walkers that got that close with the other.

He finally set her in the door of the RV. "Don't move!"

He then moved to the front of the formation around the RV killing walkers left and right. A walker slipped past him and came right for her.

She kicked it in the chest throwing it back for a moment but it was quickly returning. It's snarling teeth were barred and caught against the arrow she'd ripped from the neck of her attacker. She kicked it back again before using the arrow like a knife. Blood splattered against the side of the van as the walker slumped to the ground.

She retreated inside the RV and crouched down to wait out the remainder of the fight. Slowly the screaming and gunfire subsided giving way to wails of pain and confusion.

"Lily! I told you not to move!" Daryl shouted when he turned around and she was gone. "Where are you?" He leaped in the RV and found her in the back and his voice softened. "Come on. Give me the arrow." She handed over the arrow and he set it slowly on the table behind him. In his eyes she was a wounded animal and should be treated with care. "Don't move. I'll be right back." He returned with a set of his own clothes for her to change into. It was only at that time did she realize her shirt had been ripped open and her pants were completely gone.

"You better just change because I'm not leaving you alone." She realized that she'd just been sitting on the ground dazed. His belt buckle coming undone woke her from her daze. "That's what I thought. Come on." Sliding his hands under her arms, he pulled her to her feet. "So tell me..." He picked up the pants and promptly began to dress her. "Was that the first walker you've ever actually killed yourself?"

She nodded.

"You were rather quiet when doing so. Most girls scream or make some noise." He took off her shirt and dropped it to the floor before he prepared to slide his on her.

"Can we not talk about it?"

"Why not? They ain't gonna go away. Might as well-"

"Stop."

"What? You're interrupting me-"

"Just stop. Stop talking!" She hit him and he wrapped his arms around her tightly so she couldn't hit him or run away. To her it was obvious he used to rough house with his brother when they were younger so she was hardly an opponent. For all she knew they still rough housed from time to time.

"What the hell was that for?" His voice was rough but softened. He almost seemed to understand that she needed someone calm to talk to. "Don't hit me! Don't hit me."

"Just stop talking about killing, please. I just had a man die on top of me." She spoke from the crook of his neck.

"Technically he wasn't actually dead yet." She shook with agitation. "What's on your mind?" He asked slowly.

"So much death. There's so much death here."

"Was there none at home?"

"There's death everywhere...I thought it had stopped for a while. Then Rick handcuffed your brother to a roof and left him for dead. Shane kicked in Ed's face. You killed that man..."

"And you feel bad for all of that?"

"No," she sniffed. "Not all of it."

"I assume that was him?" he asked crossing his arms and taking a step back. He already knew the answer.

She nodded avoiding his eyes. "What happened to your brother anyway?"

He paused before letting her go and continuing. "You'll be staying with me again."

"He's dead?"

"No. He escaped. Cut off his own hand."

Her eyes closed as she forced herself to breathe. "I knew the world had gone to shit. I never knew how much so until I met you guys."

"The world HAS gone to shit, but we have to change to survive. Put your shirt on." He forced his shirt in her hands.

Why did it seem that whenever she was around Daryl her clothes were off? She hoped this wasn't going to become a regular occurrence.