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Lily woke to find herself in a cold environment. For a moment she thought she was back in the compound, but remembered she'd been rescued. Opening her eyes, she saw Daryl above her with his head propped against his own arm which was behind her head. Looking down she saw she was in a bath tub, in her clothes, filled with cold water, no doubt for her bruises and other aches and pains. He had held her head to make sure that she didn't accidentally slip into the water and drown.

She reached a cold hand up to his face and patted him gently.

"Can I please get out now? It's cold in here."

His eyes snapped open.

"H-H-How long have I been in here?"

"An hour or so..."

"I'm gonna get hypothermia if I stay here much longer. At least it feels like that."

He grabbed a towel from the wall and helped her crawl out of the tub. Together they curled up on the floor.

"Wow, this would probably be the first time for a situation that you haven't taken my clothes off or found them missing. What a gentleman."

"Oh, shut up," he snickered drawing her closer.

"Daryl," she spoke hardly above a whisper. "I'm so scared. I'm scared of everything around me. I'm scared of getting taken again. It pisses me off that this happens. I'm not even that pretty! I used to hang with my friends and would get passed up like yesterdays fish. I'm tired of being treated like I'm just for sex! I'm a person! I have feelings! I don't want to be scared anymore."

"Well, all those girls are dead and you're still alive. It don't matter what they think or what pretty boys think no more. All you need to worry about are those in front of you who are still alive," he spoke in her ear. "Right now it's just you, me, and the others, ok? Ok? Just hang in there."

"Did Hershel say if my back was going to scar?"

To her surprise, Daryl slid her to the floor and pulled off his shirt. "Glass is what got mine..." he said flatly turning his back to her. "Father was a drunkard..." Scars criss crossed his back like hers would surely look but his had healed many years ago. "Merle was never home when it happened so I was the only one that knew. He beat my mother when the both of us were home. I can't be like my old man." These were the scars she'd seen sticking out from under his shirt when she was checking the arrows wound. He was lucky the deep ones didn't get infected, but now was not the time to say that.

Tears filled her eyes at the thought of a small Daryl getting beat by his father and she pushed herself to her knees and wrapped her arms around him.

Daryl helped her into the bedroom she had become so familiar with and applied some bandages to her back to help the injuries scab over quicker.

She'd fallen asleep by the time a faint knock came from the door. A minute passed before another knock came.

"Who is it?" she asked looking around the room. Daryl was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Carl slowly poked his head in through the opening door.

"Hey, bud," she said readjusting the covers more around herself.

"I don't want to bother you," Carl said nervously making to head to the door. "I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

She smiled weakly at him. "Come on back."

All the sheets were tucked around her covering all that needed covering, so she was not as embarrassed to ask him back.

Hesitantly, he made his way back to the side of the bed sitting down on the floor taking her outstretched hand.

"How are you?"

'I have to smile for him,' she thought.

"I'll be ok in time."

"Why does this keep happening to you?"

As she closed her eyes tears fell down her face. She squeezed his hand.

"Just unlucky I guess."

"I'll protect you! Next time. I promise."

"Let's hope there isn't going to be a next time."

Realization of his statement hit him. "Oh, yeah because I'll stop them!"

"Thanks bud. I'll hang around you when things get bad."

"I won't leave your side!"

His offer at protection was adorable, but she knew she had to be serious and not make him feel like a child.

"Hey, can you help me outside please? I need to speak to Glenn."

His hair bounced up and down as he agreed to help.

"Could you get these off my back and set them over on that chair. When you're done I'll meet you in the hall. I need to get dressed."

The damp bandages were peeled off her back and laid over the chair in the corner before Carl stepped out to the hall.

She pushed her bare-chested self up to put a bra on and a tank top which took all of her strength not to cry out. "Carl," she called embarrassed at herself. He came back in and saw her sitting at the foot of the bed. "Could you help me please? It hurts to walk." She pointed down to her leg which had just been stitched up and wrapped with one of her many damp bandages.

Together they hobbled outside leaving Daryl to finish showering. Glenn was doing something in the shade when they hobbled up.

"Sorry about your foot. I thought you were someone else."

"You were scared. It's understandable."

"Glenn," Lily called walking outside to meet him.

"Lily!" he said excitedly, but his face fell when he realized Daryl wasn't with her. "Where's your shadow?"

"I left him showering."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, as good I can be considering."

"Oh, good!" He hugged her so tightly she couldn't help but smile.

"Um, there's something I need you to get for me."

Before she could continue he spoke. "If it's what I think it is, Lori might still have some."

"Abortion pills?"

"Yeah. She's got some. Do I need to be discrete about this?" he asked looking nervous.

"No." He sighed relieved. "It's not like it's a secret. I've been raped by thirty men and-and I just don't want to be reminded of it." She fought back tears. "Damn it. I'm tired of crying! I wanna kill it if it exists and it needs to be done now."

He hugged her again before leading her to Lori's tent. The pills were on the table in her tent serving as a reminder of what almost happened.

"Lily," Daryl called calmly from the front porch.

"What do you want, Daryl?" she snapped. When she turned, he saw the pills in her hand. "I'm trying to be quiet about this not that it hasn't crossed some of your minds. Jesus! You could have given me ten minutes...I let you shower without freaking out."

He readjusted the towel around his waist before walking over to her. "You disappear and expect me not to worry?" His hands were large and warm on her shoulders. "I'm sorry."

"This is something I wanted to do on my own. Frankly, it's not something I figured you'd wanna hear about so I never told you about it." A lump formed in her throat. "There were so many...one was bound to take and I will not have something that I did not want to be a part of growing inside me. I will not bare the child conceived through rape. I don't care if it's a kicking living mass right now, but I can't have it growing inside me." Talking to him now was harder than she thought but she told herself she wasn't going cry and so far she was doing well.

Daryl moved his hands up and down her arms comfortingly pulling her into his arms.

"It's ok," he whispered. Sometimes she wished he'd stop saying that. "You need to stop wandering off like that. Ok?"

When she thought on it, she never really told anyone where she was going ever. She hardly asked anyone for help because she was trying not to bother anyone.

"You don't have to be independent. Ya can't these days. Now sometimes you worry the group because yer just wandering off. No ya ain't botherin' us but when we can't find ya we worry."

Andrea overheard them and wanted to mention that frequently she'd been worried over Lily's position but chose not to. This was not for her to interfere. Carl wanted to go take Lily's hand but Glenn placed a hand on his shoulder stooping down to his level.

"Hey, this is between them bud." Carl nodded his understanding.