So I've been writing a ton lately, just haven't uploaded anything. It just seems to be missing something. If I can't figure out what it's missing soon I will just post it.

It also got kind of crazy last week for Halloween. I won the two costume contests I competed in so that still has me excited!

And how about that episode last night. Beth has become one of my favorite characters she's hardcore!

Lily is my OC and everything else belongs who whomever it belongs to.

Lily had begun to avoid weapons. Not the smartest thing, but with them always being ahead of walker herds there was no need for her to arm herself. There was always a knife close, but she never used it for walkers. There was just no reason for her to carry weapons, so she didn't ask. All she did ask for was warm clothing and sometimes even that was hard to find.

Luckily, for her, Lori needed quite a lot of attention to Rick's demands so her hours were mostly spent keeping an eye on Lori, knitting, and making sure the baby was going to be born healthy.

As Daryl, T-Dog, Rick and Carl cleaned out a house Lily was reminded of a time during one of the coldest parts of winter.

"Take me to a craft store," Lily said.

"What?" Daryl asked looking like she had just slapped him.

"We can't scavenge any warm clothes so I'm gonna make some."

"You're asking me to risk my life so we can go get crafting supplies?"

"Will you be complaining when you have a sweater to keep you warm?"

"Proba'ly not…"

"So let's go."

"A craft store?" Rick asked.

"She makes a convincing argument," Daryl smirked.

After much thinking and debating about everything Lori finally convinced Rick to go.

"It is cold outside and we move around a lot," is all she had to say for Rick to go.

"Ok, let's go."

Rick, Daryl, and Lily then all made a trip to the closest craft store and filled their bags with yarn and knitting needles.

She remembered Daryl complaining about all the different walkers and yarn and needles. The walkers were all old ladies with white hair and glasses still wearing their shalls. The yarn came in at least half a dozen different styles and colors and the needles were all different sizes.

"Why do you need so many of each?"

"You can't knit socks with sweater needles. Trust me. You do the hunting, I'll do the knitting. Ok?"

"Ok," he smiled kissing her forehead. "I want mine black. You remember that."

She smiled stuffing some black yarn into her bag.

Within a few weeks everyone had sweaters to wear and keep them warm and Lily had blisters on her fingers, but it was worth it to make something for the group and to stay warm for one more night.

Daryl insisted that he was fine without a sweater for a long time, but it was clear to see he was lying especially at night when the sun went down and he'd shiver from time to time.

"Here you go," Lily said giving him his sweater. He shook off his jacket and slipped the sweater on.
"Not too bad. I'll have to get you to make me some more. I want a poncho next. Those are cool."

"What do I get in return?"

"Me," he winked.

"And just how far do you think flattery will get you?"

"Don't know. How far?"

"Guess we'll just have to see."

Daryl came downstairs shortly after Rick called everyone in the house. Lily ran through the building with Carl looking for anything edible after she carried in Lori's bedding. All they could find was two cans of dog food. She set the can down in font of her and Carl tossed her the can opener when he was done opening his can of food.

Rick walked over to Carl and grabbed the can of dog food tossing it into the fireplace in the living room where they were all gathered. It was obvious he was convinced there was real food close by. He was not about to resort to eating dog food. Lily nudged Carl and he handed her a spoon. She plopped it into the can before handing it to him whispering. "You first."

She met Daryl's eyes and he had a disgusted look on his face and it wasn't because of the owl he was de-feathering.

Only a few moments more were spent sitting on the floor before T-Dog called our attention to the walkers outside. Lily ran and grabbed Lori's bedding before following Daryl, Glenn, and Maggie out the front door. She tossed her stuff in the back of their car before making her way over to the bike. Daryl tossed her the owl he'd have prepared for cooking and she stuffed it in a side bag with the sweater before he was able to give her his crossbow and take his seat.

They drove down the road a while before everyone pulled over to come up with a new plan.

"When this herd meets up with this one, we'll be cut off," Maggie said looking at the map of Georgia that had been all drawn over. "We'll never make it south."

"What would you say?" Daryl asked. "That was about 150 head?"

"That was last week," Glenn added. "Could be twice that by now."

"This river could have delayed them," Hershel suggested. "If we move fast, we might have a shot to tear right through there."

"Yeah, but if this groups joins with that one, they could spill out that way," T-Dog suggested.

"So We're blocked."

Rick interjected, "The only thing to do is double back at 27 and swing towards Greenville."

"Yeah, we picked through that already," T-Dog said. "It's like we spent the whole winter going in circles."

"We did," Lily said. "Because there was nothing else we could do."

"I know. At Newnan we'll push west. Haven't been through there yet. We can't keep going house to house. Need to find someplace to hole up for a few weeks."

"All right. It coo lit we go to the creek before we head out? Won't take long. We got to fill up on water. We can boil it later."

"Knock yourself out." Rick then turned his attention to Lily and Hershel who were the only two close by.

"How's Lori?" Rick asked Hershel and Lily when the group split to fill up on water.

"She can't take much more of this moving about," Hershel told him.

"What else can we do? Let her give birth on the run?"

"Do you see a way around that?"

"Yeah, we find someplace that already exists to hole up in it for a while. Like you said. I don't know what it could be, but we just need to keep looking. That's all we can do."

"Hey," Daryl called Rick's attention. "While the others wash their panties let's go hunt. That owl didn't exactly hit the spot."

"I'll get some water," Lily offered making to head to head to the river with the others.

"Nah, you come with us. You're a good spotter. Come on."

She turned and followed them. Many times Lily took to throwing rocks into the trees getting the squirrels to scatter for Daryl to shoot.

"We make a pretty damn good team," he said.

"I'd hope so. I've known you for long enough," Lily smiled.

Both were caught off guard by Rick's silence as he stared off into the distance at something. They looked and saw him staring at a prison.

"That's a damn shame."

"No. No, this is exactly what we need!" Lily said excitedly. "Lori can give birth here."

"It's overrun," Daryl said flatly.

"Yeah, but only by inmates! Look. All the walkers are wearing prison outfits. That means only the people inside are infected. There's no hole for others to get in."

"Son of a bitch, yer right!" he kissed her.

"Let's go get the others!" Lily said patting Rick on the shoulder. "We can set up camp. It'd be like the farm." When Rick didn't move, Lily ran back, took his hand and dragged him to the cars.