Kat: Thanks for the review! And yes, I did get kind of very lazy last chapter, I wanted to give poor Glenn a break so I used the well thing to also make Lily just a tad stronger. And the reason for copying 'livin' the dream' dialogue was because I love that line so much! Not sure if that's the copied dialogue you were referring to but that's one line I clearly remember using.

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When Lily was done showering, Carol had come back and Lily decided to join her not to give her comforting words because she'd heard more than she could handle, but to be there if she wanted to talk.

"Hey," Lily said crawling in the RV.

"I don't want to hear it," Carol retorted quickly.

"I'm not here to comfort you." That statement came off harshly which she did not intend, but she forged on. "I came if you needed someone to talk to and to help you clean." What she really wanted was to see Carol smile. A smile would mean she;d forgotten everything that had happened for a while even if it was just for a few seconds.

The look Carol gave her was one of appreciation because Lily could tell what mood she was in and respected it. She could see Lily wasn't going to try and make her feel better but was going to support her any way she could.

...

Daryl opened the RV door and stepped in. To his surprise he found all the dishes cleaned and the back tidied. Lily was sitting in the back with Carol when he came in and saw what they'd done.

"We cleaned up," she told him when he reached the back of the RV. "Wanted it to be nice for her."

"For a second I thought I was in the wrong place," he said chewing on a strand of grass. He then leaned over to the counter in the back and placed a beer bottle holding a flower with large white rounded petals down on it.

"A flower?" Carol asked.

"It's a Cherokee Rose. The story was when the soldiers were movin' the indians off their land on the Trail of Tears the Cherokee mothers were grieving and cryin' so much 'cause they were losing their little ones along the way from exposure and disease and starvation. A lot of them just disappeared. So the elders, they said a prayer; asked for a sign to uplift the mothers' spirits, give them strength and hope. The next day this rose started to grow right where the mothers' tears fell." His blue eyes never left Carol as he told her this story. She had to wipe a tear from her face. "I'm not fool enough to believe there's any flowers bloomin' for my brother. But I believe this one bloomed for your little girl."

Carol smiled. Daryl had made her smile. Seeing her smile was what Lily had been hoping for and once it had happened coming from someone else, her heart gave out to him if just for that moment.

Daryl walked to the door before stopping and facing her. "She's gonna really like it in here."

Lily patted Carol's back before leaving the RV. "We make a good clean up team," she said.

"Maybe we can do it again tomorrow," Carol said sarcastically smiling at her.

"Maybe."

Lily stepped out of the RV to find Daryl leaning against the side as if waiting for her to step out.

"Lily," Daryl whispered making her jump because she hadn't seen him. The sun had set and it was growing dark quickly outside. She had no idea it was that late. "What the hell were ya thinkin' today? Lowerin' yourself in that well..."

How did he know? "Andrea?"

He gave a single nod before gesturing to a tree away from the RV which they walked to.

"I was makin' a point," she responded.

"What was it? I'm a badass?"

"No." She looked away from his blue eyes, but he forced himself into the path of her blue and green ones.

"Then what the hell?!"

"You don't have to keep an eye on me at all times, Daryl." He looked at her begging to differ. "I am gonna be fine. You don't have to watch me all the time."

"Yes I do! Cause you won't look out for yo'self! And yore always gettin' hurt, like trippin' or cuts..."

"That cut was not self inflicted..."

He glowered at her distastefully remembering how it had happened. "An' ya always have to do the right thing. That's gonna get you in trouble one day."

"But today isn't that day?"

"God I hope not. Look, for the group's sake, don't be stupid."

"I'm being stupid?" she asked offended.

"You coulda been bit today easily and then there'da been two walkers in that well, not just halfa one."

"Ok, I'll be more cautious, but please give me a chance to actually do something. Today was the first time I've felt like I've actually been able to help this group. Before that I was like the little lost puppy you found walkin' in the woods and brought home 'cause I was small, cute, and defenseless. And I promised you I wouldn't give up, but how can I prove that if you don't let me do anything?"

Daryl was finally beginning to see that he was quite over protective, but after what had happened to his girlfriend, he just didn't want to see it happen again and was doing everything to make sure she was safe without even thinking to ask her how she felt.

"Ok, I'll back off, but you better not make me regret this."

"I won't."

She began to make for the house, but he grabbed her arm. "Hershel thinks seeing as you're well enough ta kill walkers then ya don't need the house."

"He told you this and not me?"

He shrugged rubbing the back of his head. "Hope ya don't mind but Merle's shit's in it's usual place...It was last minute and everywhere else is full..."

"Yeah," she smiled. "I'll take it. Thanks." He was sweet when he wanted to me.

By the way this conversation had ended she half expected him to say good night, but he didn't so she made her way to the tent and crashed on his brother's things. It was now awkward sleeping on his stuff because she knew he was gone. She could only wonder how Daryl felt about carrying his brother's things around.

That night she didn't hear Daryl come to sleep at all nor did she see him in the tent the next morning.