Alrighty, the few of you who are actually reading this let me say thank you very much. It means a lot that you are taking the time to read my fanfiction and reviews are always welcome. And a big thank you goes out to r2j591 who has been giving me that motivation to keep writing. You have been the only one reviewing but for me having one person who is legitimately interested in reading is enough to keep writing so thank you from the depths of my heart!

Welcome to Season 2. These chapters might take a little bit longer to get posted because I haven't seen the episodes as many times and because I will be on the road quite a bit for the next two weeks so I will post when I can.

Oh, and random but somewhat relevant note. You know how characters have that thing they always do like they cry a lot or have a certain catch phrase? Well, Lily's thing always tends to get hurt and I'm trying to tone it down but suggestions for more ways to get hurt during an apocalypse (because getting hurt is her thing) are welcome. As are suggestions for anything else.

Also I will be vacationing on and off for the next two weeks so posting will not be as frequent but I shall try.

Lily Sullivan is my OC. The edits to the episodes I also claim, but I guess everything else belongs to that Frank guy I looked up earlier...

So without further ado, I present season 2.

Her bed wouldn't stop moving. Up and down. Left and right. When she lifted her arm to her head it throbbed with pain. Opening her eyes, she saw it bandaged. Lifting the bandages she saw the open would from the axe. It needed to be sewn shut. She pushed herself to a sitting position and saw the was in the back of Carol's Cherokee, but there was no Carol. Rick, Lori and Carl were in the front two seats. Carl was looking at her. He gave her a small smile.

"You look awful," he said. Lori tried to get him to stop what he was saying but she knew it was worthless. Lily figured she must have been extremely pale and most likely a little sweaty. No wonder she was looking bad.

She laughed so hard she thought she'd pass out again.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"On the interstate," Rick responded.

Without asking, Carl crawled out of his mom's lap and over into the back seat with Lily holding her arm in his lap.

"You can look if you want, bud." Lily hardly cared anymore these days. Little boys were all about blood and guts but that was virtual stuff. She wasn't sure how he would handle the real deal.

As far as injuries went it really wasn't that bad. It just bled all over her shirt and most likely Daryl's as well.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, it does. But you know what will hurt more when I have to sew it up."

"You have to sew that up?" he asked borderline between disgusted and completely intrigued.

"Yeah, I need a sewing kit."

"Are you absolutely sure?" Lori and Rick asked at the same time.

To show them she was sure Lily unwrapped her arm and thrust it between the two front seats. Lori recoiled from the sight of it and Rick turned his eyes back to the RV in front of him which had stopped driving. He slammed on the breaks and Lily stopped her fall forward by using her bad arm causing it to bleed. Quickly she threw the bandage over it before blood could drop in the car.

They all filed out and found that the radiator hose had broken in the RV once again and they're have to replace it.

"Hey, Carol," Lily asked running up to the truck which followed them. Upon closer inspection, she saw it was Daryl's truck she'd been driving. He must be using his motor cycle. "Do you have a small sewing kit."

She rummaged through her purse before going through the trunk of her car and pulling out a small sewing kit. "Will that help?"

"Yes, it will. Thanks."

"Do you feel better?"

"Yeah, still light headed. It should help my arm though."

When Lily walked over to where the group was gathered around the RV, she heard them arguing about what to do now that they were stuck. There was no point for her to look because she knew Carl wanted to watch her preform surgery and she knew he'd be right behind her. They took the closest car hood and set up supplies.

"You need to properly clean the needle before using it," she told him.

"Is yours clean?"

"No. It's a clean as I can get it. Now pick a color for me, Carl." He chose a bright blue color for the stitches.

"Will it hurt?"

"Yes, but by the way you mom and dad look over you, you don't need to worry about getting hurt or having to get stitches."

"You watch over me too."

"Yes, I do." She rubbed his hair making him smile. She threaded the needle before beginning to sew. "You ready?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

The needle pierced the flesh of her arm sending a pain signal straight to her brain. She was more than aware of the pain but because she knew what she was doing she was able to force herself to remain calm. If anybody else had sewn up her arm, she would be uncomfortable and would most likely cry and that's if she didn't punch the person first. For being a doctor, she was really squeamish around other people with needles. The world changing had made her less squeamish though.

For the next fifteen minutes she proceeded to show Carl how to stitch up a wound and was surprised how well he kept himself composed considering the few boys she knew were squeamish around scars. He was well on his way to surviving the walker take over. When she was done, she flicked open her knife and cut the string.

"That's it?" Carl asked.

"Yeah, for now. It should be cleaned and wrapped but I will get to that later. Hey, if I wasn't so squeamish around other people with needles, I'd have let you give it a try. Your mom would probably give me nothing but a hard time. Maybe some other day."

Daryl walked up to them with his arms crossed. "You, uh...you feel ok?" It was obvious he felt bad at what happened, but she didn't blame him. He wanted to get out as badly as she did, just a little bit more.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just hungry."

"Sorry about..." he gestured toward her arm then began to chew on his fingernail.

"Give me something to wrap it with and some food and we can call ourselves even. How does that sound?"

"Gather what you can find. Spare parts, food, medical supplies..." Rick said and she could tell that medical supplies were directed at her. It was just another careless mistake that needed to be tended to.

"I'll get something for that arm. There's a whole bunch of stuff we can find in these cars."

Carl remained close to Lily's side holding onto her good arm while they began to look through the cars for anything useful. Not much was found in the first car other than an umbrella. She laughed at it and made to walk away, but turned back taking it in her hands. It wasn't one of those small fold up umbrellas but one of those large straight ones that does not bend in half. With pride she gripped it.

"What do we need an umbrella for?" Carl asked her.

"I'm gonna use it to kill walkers." The raised eye brow she got was incentive for her to continue. She crouched down to his level. "Look it is this way. It's pretty solid until something heavy falls on it. And it's sharp at the end. You don't even have to get close to the beast to kill it. Nice, no?"

"Whatever you say," he laughed pulling a suitcase from the trunk of the car.

She lugged it over to the RV for anyone to go through. It was better to have too much of something than not enough, but she did rip a shirt to threads and teach Carl how to properly tie it over a wound.

"Carl, baby!" Lori called.

"I'm right here, mom."

"He's with me, Lori." It was evident that Lori was not thoroughly pleased with what Lily had taught him, but at least he wasn't off on his own and the skills would be useful later. She was mad Lily hadn't asked first.

"Come on, babe." Carl ran to his mother's side.

"Thanks for all the help, bud!" Lily called as he ran off to his mother.

Lily pushed herself back to her feet and walked around the side of the RV out of sight of the Grimes family before viciously attacking the cloth around her arm.

"What's wrong?" It was Glenn.

She sighed with relief when she saw it was Glenn and not Carl asking her what she was up to. Lily had never considered having kids of her own. mostly because she'd never found the right guy, but after the dead rose to inhabit the earth, a baby was one of the last things she'd ever consider having. But despite her not wanting kids, it would have broken her heart if Carl saw her undoing what he'd just done. She wanted him to feel accomplished in what he'd done, after all he was only a kid and his knot tying skills would get better with time.

"He tied it too tight..." she said motioning to the arm he'd just wrapped with her help. "It's not that I don't appreciate what he did, but if I don't loosen it, I will lose all the feeling in my hand. The problem is, I can't seem to get the knots undone." Using her teeth and free hand, she tried undoing the knots.

"Hey, there's no need to explain. It's ok. Give it here." She held out her arm graciously to Glenn who laughed and untied the knots, loosened the bandages, and then retied them.

"Thanks."

"No, thank you. For standing up to Daryl like that. No one's had the courage to do so and it was only a matter of time before someone lost it and exploded on him or worse. Sadly, you had to shed blood to get him to stop and think."

"It's all good. I'm up and walking." She made to go through more cars taking her umbrella with her.

"Hey, Lily. What did you do before all of this?"

She gave a light chuckle before answering him. She rested the umbrella against her shoulder. "I was a doctor..."