Lily belongs to my imagination as well as the changes. Please and thank you for sticking with me guys. It means a ton to me!

Daryl drove the truck up the hill to where Jim had been digging the day before. That's where the funerals were going to take place. That's where Lily knew she wasn't supposed to be. She would feel out of place but as she tried to leave a hand took hers.

"Are you not coming?" Sophia asked her.

"I don't know anyone up there."

"You know my father..."

"I did. Briefly."

"Please come."

There was no way on earth Lily could have refused the look Sophia gave her. Those tear filled eyes made her turn around and carry Sophia up the hill so she could say good bye to her father.

She walked into the conversation about who was in charge of the group and what the rules and she knew that she wouldn't participate. It wasn't for her to say.

"We need time to mourn and bury our dead. It's what we do."

The minutes dragged to a few hours as the dead were pulled into their respectful holes and a brief story was said about each. Lily had to leave before she completely lost it. Andrea was burying Amy and all it did was remind her of her sister and all she never got to do with her.

...

Daryl was packing up his things when Lily returned to him.

"Did you see Rick and Shane walk off together?"

"No. Why you care?" he asked without looking up.

"I'm just worried they might fight..."

"They do nothing but fight."

"I mean, like one will kill the other."

"Don't worry 'bout things that ought not be worried about," he responded standing up to meet her gaze.

"Let me help you," she said reaching down to help him fold the tent.

"You don't look like a country girl. How you learn about tents?"

"Dad used to take me camping with my sister. I forgot everything until I was hauled back out to the woods."

She was thankful he understood what she meant when she said that.

The tent was stored in the back of his truck along with his motor cycle.

"You have anything that needs storing?"

She looked away from him and shook her head.

"That's right." From the moment he found her to that moment now he realized she'd never even had time to collect anything. Everything that she'd had on her person had been ripped off, lost, or dirty.

"Here's something for you to pack." He held out a pocket knife and she took it. It was bigger than she expected and filled her whole palm.

"You open it by-"

She pulled the small tab on the side of the knife flicking it open.

"You know about knives now too?"

A small smile crossed her face. "I used to collect them." It was nice having something to protect herself with.

"A city girl who likes knives and camps. Doesn't sound like you'll be too bad off in this world."

"Can't hunt but I can grow food. Can't track either."

"When we settle down again I'll give you some lessons. You know...to keep yourself busy."

"You heard that?" she was referring to her conversation with Carl.

"Yeah. I hear everything." He couldn't hide his smile. "Heard Carl talking to his mom."

Shane and Rick gathered the group and explained the CB radios and to honk if anything else was needed and the caravan would stop. Before the caravan took off the Hispanic family left the group to meet up with more family they hoped would still be alive.

Good byes were shared and tears were shed before the leaving commenced.

"Honestly, I could use them now. To keep my mind busy on the drive," Lily referred to the tracking lessons Daryl had been talking about.

He sighed before crawling in the truck. "I'll explain it on the way over but it won't make a lick of sense."

"I don't mind." She closed the door behind her and the small caravan took off down the road.

Daryl started off slow talking about how to know you've found tracks in the dirt and progressed onto how you know what path the animal took depending on how a twig was broken or the dirt was smudged. We could tell that he didn't want to speak but it brought her comfort, so he found things to talk about. Lily didn't realize how tired she was until she'd fallen asleep on the window of the truck. She wondered how long it took him to realize she'd fallen asleep.

...

She woke as the group was helping Jim to the side of the highway. Rick set him on the ground by a tree.

"Wanna give him any last words?"

She shook her head no. "You?"

"I almost killed the guy. No." A minute later she was surprised to see him get out of the truck and approach Jim where they exchanged a few spare words before parting ways.