y2j591: Daryl most certainly does that. :)

nana: Here's more!

Lily woke in a white room surrounded by nothingness. She got up and walked around. What struck her as odd was how she felt no pain at all. That was what tipped her off that she had to be dreaming, but everything somehow seemed normal.

There was nothing around her except for a black dot out in the distance. The longer she watched it, the more it began to look like the outline of a person. She blinked and it had jumped twenty feet closer. It was most definitely a person with their back to her.

"Hey!" she screamed.

They turned to face her and she saw it was Daryl. The second their eyes met, they both felt imminent danger all around them and began to run towards each other.

She watched as he seemed to grow farther away and as something appeared next to her. She backed away from the form that had just appeared and froze. It was the man who had kidnapped her. There he stood in his flannel with his atrocious beard looking down at her like he used to do all the time.

She looked back at Daryl who was still so far away and he had picked up speed sensing the danger. Looking back at the kidnapper, she made to run but he grabbed her and pulled her arms behind her back.

Daryl was sprinting towards her which made it funnier to the man in the black leather jacket when he appeared and tripped Daryl. That was the other man she remembered.

"I remember him on top of me... Several times... It wasn't just him though. There was another man from time to time." she remembered telling Lori.

That was the man tripping Daryl. The other one. All she remembered about him was his black leather jacket which he always seemed to have on and his short brown hair and morning stubble.

She could have sworn she'd mentioned him to Daryl but he looked so confused to see him standing there.

He scrambled to his feet into the waiting arms of Stuart and the leader of Randall's compound. Each took an arm and held them behind his back as black leather jacket approached him.

Over behind the struggling four of them, Lily saw a pile of bodies. It looked like the pictures of the holocaust she'd seen in school. Every body laid the same way. Eyes open facing the sky, feet towards you, stacked like a pile of books. But what made it worse was the pile of shoes and hats next to them. She saw Rick's police hat which he'd given to Carl and Glenn's baseball cap and Carol and Lori's shoes.

Ahead of her she saw leather jacket rain punch upon punch down upon Daryl's face. She screamed and screamed but nothing seemed to get him to stop his reign of terror.

In fact the longer she screamed the men from the compound began to appear all around them with smiles on their laughing faces. They just watched as Daryl was getting the royal shit kicked out of him.

Blood splattered the ground and dripped from his mouth and his eyes were black. His gut had also taken a severe beating.

She felt no pain, she only wondered if he did. Tears fell from her face as she tried to pull herself free, but that only seemed to make leather jacket punch Daryl harder.

Hanging her head in defeat, she heard a knife flicking open. The man before her stabbed Daryl in the gut and dragged the knife across his abdomen. He'd bleed out.

"You son of a bitch!" she screamed at him. He trotted his way over to her and did the same. She felt no pain but knew she was dying.

As she lie on the ground, one final person appeared through the haze of the blood loss. The men laughed all around as this figure stormed toward them without a weapon her hood making it hard to see her face. At the last second she pulled out a...sword. She wielded a samurai sword.

With extreme ease, she swung it around and sliced the heads off everyone that came close. Within a few minutes everyone was dead.

She walked over to Lily after examining Daryl on the ground and knelt down to her.

"Lily," She said but she didn't sound like Lily thought she would. "Lily wake up!"

Her eyes shot open. Glenn was there above her on one side and Maggie on the other.

"Lily, you're ok. You're ok," Maggie soothed her. "It was just a bad dream. You're ok."

"Are you ok?" Glenn asked her with a nervous voice. On his cheek was a red spot. 'I must have slapped him.' She thought, ' Must have been some pretty terrible looking nightmare if it scared Glenn that much.' She nodded.

"Now I am."

She didn't even have to ask where Daryl was because Glenn told her. "He's out hunting. Rick made him leave the house. Told him he needed to leave for a while."

"Good," was all she could muster. He'd spent more than enough time with her, he deserved a break whether he wanted it or not.

"We're impressed you're awake," Maggie said wiping a cold cloth across Lily's forehead. "Dad thought you were in a some kind of coma. You've been passed out for two days."

'Explains the hunger pains,' she thought.

"We all did," Glenn added. "Hershel said you had to stay in bed for a while. Your injuries need to fully heal."

"No lying this time."

Lily responded honestly. "I know. I don't need to push it anymore."

"No, you don't," Maggie snapped. She turned to Glenn. "I'm gonna go tell dad she's awake."

As Lily made to get up and head to the bathroom, Glenn stopped her.

"Hey, hey ,hey. What are you doing? You're not supposed to move."

"Glenn, that doesn't mean don't move at all, that means move as little as possible until fully healed. I'm just going to the bathroom."

He nodded his head in understanding. It was cute the way he looked out for everyone. Maggie was a lucky girl and he was a lucky guy.