Lily belongs to me and Walking Dead belongs to Frank D.

She was swimming through the air which she could only assume could be considered flying. And she was moving towards the sun. Why? The closer she got, the more her lower leg started to burn but only her lower leg.

When she got close enough to touch it, the sun burst into hundreds of pieces. Then those pieces turned into snakes. One of them came at her and as it opened its mouth to bite her with its huge dripping fangs, she jumped awake screaming.

She woke with a jump and her head and leg throbbed something awful. With a sigh, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and looked around. Her head was screaming and her leg hurt and she was in a forest.

A forest. Sophia. Daryl! Where was Daryl?

She rubbed the back of her head as she got to her feet and looked around. The pain in her leg caused her to miss a step but she caught herself on a tree hardly noticing the pain.

"Daryl!" she shouted panic evident in her voice. "Daryl!"

She looked over the side of the cliff she saw two figures down below. Daryl was one of them and the walker chewing on his boot was the other one.

"Hey!" she screamed throwing rocks at the walker. It's head turned to look up at her. She tied the rope around a tree at the top of the hill and lowered herself down. Daryl woke up and killed the walker chewing on his foot. Lily jumped the last bit of the hill and landed in the water making a sound loud enough to draw the attention of the other walker. It came at her as she drew herself out of the water and grabbed a stick which she used to bash in its head.

"Daryl!" she called running back to him. "Daryl, get up!" He was unconscious again. She grabbed Sophia's doll and stuffed it in her pocket.

Blood ran down his side from an injury he'd sustained, most likely from falling down the hill. To staunch the blood flow, she tore off her own shirt down to her tank top and made to tie it around his waist but saw the protruding arrow. He'd not pulled it out of his side and used his own shirt to stop the blood flow.

Lily pulled him to a sitting position leaning him against her shoulder. From there she wrapped one arm around him to keep him from falling and used her other hand to pull the arrow out of his side. The arrow tip was blunt, so it would cause less pain to pull it out of his back.

A painful sound came from him but she had to keep pulling it out. It was bad to stop now.

"Don't give up on me, you idiot!" she shouted giving the arrow one final tug. Her leg grew warm with the blood that dripped down his side so she tied her shirt around his waist. He gave a grunt of disapproval.

"Stop your complaining and get up!" she shouted. She tied the rope around his chest and dragged herself up the hill. Half an hour passed before Daryl regained consciousness and Lily made it to the top of the hill, but once he was awake he cut the ears off the walkers and strung them around his neck before he realized there was a rope around his chest.

"Come on! You need to get back to the farm!"

"What the hell?" he snapped at her.

"I'm saving your life. So grab the rope!"

He tied the rope around his wrist and after a long stretch of time spent cussing, slipping, and tugging, he made it to the top of the hill where he collapsed.

From that point on they limped back to the farm.

"Is now...a bad time...to say...I told you so?" she asked him as they limped.

"We'll talk about this later," he hissed.

An hour or so later, they reached the edge of the forest.

"Stay here. I'll get you help," she told Daryl who was leaning against a tree before sprinting towards the camp. Someone was on watch so they had to see them. They had to. And when they did, they'd get help. There was no point in shouting because four of the men were running towards her just as quickly as she was running towards them. They were fine. Daryl could get his side stitched up and nobody else would get-

A gunshot filled the air. Lily collapsed.