Sorry guys, this ones short. I also want to mention that my friend had a story stolen so please don't take mine. I know what I've written is rough but seriously, I worked hard on this and if someone was to take it, I'd probably cry.

Lily is my OC. Walking Dead does not belong to me.

When Lily woke Daryl was asleep next to her snoring lightly. His legs were crossed and he still wore his boots which made her chuckle. One of his hands rested on his stomach and the other was propped on her head.

She crawled over to him where she leaned her head on his shoulder and rested her hand across his chest to see the IV protruding from her hand. To her surprise, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her over completely.

"What's this for?" he asked without opening his eyes.

"For not leaving me."

"I'm never leaving you." He kissed her forehead before resting his head on hers.

His hands were warm on her back and he slipped then under the fabric of her shirt. As soon as he did, she remembered how it would look and cringed.

"What happened?" he asked sitting up forcing the back of her shirt up so he could see the horror that was beneath.

"Someone pretended to lead me out of the camp, but they tricked me. He was nothing more than the pretty face to bait me. The floor by the entrance is rough to be purposefully painful to those without shoes. They sprinkled glass on the floor."

"Come on. This needs to be looked at." He scooped her into his arms carrying her downstairs against her pleas. "Hershel!" he shouted loudly. "Hershel!"

"I'm here. What do you need?" the kind old man asked stepping out of the kitchen.

"Her back...It's been ripped to shreds. There's blood all over the sheets that I didn't see 'til jus' now..."

"Let me see."

Daryl placed her on the dining room table before lifting her shirt to show the vet what needed to be addressed.

"Bring her to the office."

Daryl lifted her again before following Hershel to the operating table and set her down again. She was sitting so Hershel could operate from one side of the long end of the table and Daryl could hold her from the other side.

"The shirt has to go."

"I can't," Lily begged weakly. The rest of her body hurt so much that she couldn't feel the pain in her back anymore. "Don't. Please."

Daryl pulled her shirt off against her protests and pulled her to him pinning her arms between their chests so she couldn't punch him or try to knock the tools from Hershel's hands.

"Just do it," Daryl told Hershel through a pained voice. "Just get it done."

The second the cotton ball touched her back she arched her back and what came after was almost worse than a scream. She tried to hide how much pain she was in through gritting her teeth and clutching his vest. Daryl wrapped a muscular arm around her shoulders to keep her against him and used the other to bury her face in his chest.

By the way he held onto her, she knew his eyes had to be closed. She'd been through so much that if he opened his eyes she'd become more embarrassed than she already was and he didn't want her to suffer anymore, but if she wasn't healed she could get sick and die. She'd die and that would kill him.

He dipped his head down next to hers and whispered only loud enough for her to hear. "I'm sorry."

Half way through the procedure she passed out. Luckily for her, she didn't need to be awake for Hershel to sew the gash in her leg which he did upon Daryl's request when he felt it.

Daryl reshirted Lily after her back had been tended to and felt around for other injuries he'd missed when he brought her back and had Hershel tend to the ones he found before she could wake and disagree.

Ok on a totally random note, would you find it interesting to read a fic from the perspective of a deaf girl during the Dawn of the Planet of the Apes? She has to live in a world and teach people how to communicate with her and can understand how Caesar communicates with the chimps and orangutans and others.