You'd have thought I knew what was going to happen by the title I just gave that last chapter. Holy crap! I didn't see that coming.

It's been about a week since I last posted. Sorry everyone. Finals are coming up so those take priority. Hope this was worth the wait.

Lily is my OC and everything else belongs to the people who enjoy killing off favorite characters!

Lily woke up early the next morning. Earlier than Daryl. She looked over to see him lying on his back and snoring lightly. With a gentle touch, she brushed the hair from his eyes and watched him stir under her touch. She pulled her hand away and crawled out of bed grabbing a knife from her bag and slipping it on her belt. One could never be too careful no matter how safe they felt.

She peeked in Beth's cell and saw that she had fed the baby once more during the night. She truly was a good babysitter. She thought about feeding the baby, but if Beth woke up and the baby wasn't there then she'd freak out. It would just be easier to feed her later when everyone was awake. It was also a good idea to let the baby sleep while she could.

She made her way around to the cells and found Carl lying on his back with his mouth open and an arm over his eyes. 'At least he found enough peace to sleep,' she thought. Hershel was on his side snoring. Maggie and Glenn were sharing a cell and mattress on the second level and she could hear both of them sleeping so there was no point to go back upstairs and check. Oscar and Axel were in the cells farthest from the others so they wouldn't make everyone nervous. Rick was still no where to be seen.

In the food cell there was a box of tea bags so she grabbed one and dropped it in her water bottle. She also grabbed a giant pillow from that cell before heading silently outside. The sun wasn't even rising yet so she knew it had to be early. It was mornings like these when she used to get up and watch the news, which was never often. Today she'd just have to find a nice place to sit and watch the sun rise.

Looking around she decided that the watch tower would be the best place and made her way to the top. Since she and the group had arrived at the prison, she thought they'd be safe, but after the two hard day's they'd just had, she was only beginning to feel it again. She placed the pillow against the tower and leaned back against it relaxing to watch the sunrise.

The sun had begun to peak over the top of the trees turning the sky various shades of dark blue to purple and pink then to reds and oranges and yellows to finally the light blue of day.

It felt like so long since she'd been able to watch the sunrise. The last time she remembered doing it was at the airport with her sister. They were coming back from visiting their grandma's house and got put on the red eye flight. There was yet another flight after that and by the time they landed and got their luggage the sun was coming up. They grabbed a nice spot and waited for their parents to pick them up while they watched the sun rise.

After remembering her sister, she felt like she was being watched and took out her knife. Standing to look around the compound, she saw only walkers outside the fence and the occasional bird fly by.

Thinking it was safe, she made to put the knife away. The second after she did, two arms reached around her. One pinned her arms down and the other covered her mouth as she tried to scream.

"Don't scream," he whispered in her ear. "We already had enough walkers come through." He kissed her neck as he let her go.

"Don't you ever do that again!" she spat at the smiling redneck. "I thought someone else had come to try and take back the prison."

"Nah, they'll have to try harder next time. We're prepared."

"Hardly." He understood she was referring to all the people they'd lost. Their man power was down and the group was broken. They couldn't take another hit.

He took a seat and held his arm up for her to join him. She slid under it and rested her head against his shoulder as they looked out at the forest doing their best to ignore the walkers below.

"I can't help but feel like there was something I could have done yesterday."

"They came out of nowhere with no warning. There was nothin' we could do."

"Hershel, Carol, and I just spent so much time trying to get ready for Lori to give birth and none of us were there when she needed us—"

"You do so much for this group," Daryl said resting his hand on her thigh. "I'm glad I found ya in that cabin."

She blushed at his touch pushing his hand away. "I'm glad you found me too."

"Excuse me?" he asked turning to face her completely wondering why she'd pushed his hand away.

"Not there," she exhaled not meeting his eyes. "You can't touch me there."

"And why not?" He placed his hand back on her thigh giving it a playful squeeze.

"Are you trying to turn me on?" she asked the blush in her cheeks turning deeper. She didn't want to tell him that was the one spot that continuously got her excited, but he wouldn't have stopped questioning her unless she had revealed everything. "You do not have the power to do that unless you are dating me or making out with me."

Without his face changing expression he pulled his hand away. "Aren't we practically datin' anyway? I've found you practically naked…"

She cringed at the memory of Randall's camp. "Circumstances… I'd rather someone tell me we're dating than just assuming it."

"Then let's do it." He shrugged his shoulders like asking someone out was something he did everyday.

"No build up? No subtle hints? So few words?"

"What? Did you expect me to wrap my arms around your shoulders and kiss you deeply? Oh, and after that, then I'd ask you out. Or, no, this one's better. I'd ask you out, THEN we'd make out. Yeah, that one's a keeper."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about at all. Just ask. That's it. I hate when people assume things. It get's people in trouble."

There was a minute of silence as the two looked off into the distance before either of them spoke.

"So…are we dating? Can we consider it datin' since the world has ended and choices are few," he asked still unsure of where they stood on the whole thing.

Lily laughed. She laughed so hard he turned to face her and she laughed harder.

"Hey, what's so funny?"

"That you…are still just as…as confused as I am," she continued to laugh. She laughed until she was in stitches curled up on her side.

"I had no idea my affections were so amusing," he said tickling her. "My affections are no laughing matter, tootse."

The tickling lasted for only a minute more before she lie on her back breathing heavily exhausted.

"So?" he asked leaning back crossing his hands behind his head. "It's not just up to the guy, the girl needs to be in on it too."

"Yeah," she said smiling. "I guess we are." She sat back up and looked into his blue eyes. "Now I can tell you whatever I want."

He looked at her for a second before looking away and scoffed.

"What do you look like without a beard?"

He grabbed her outstretched hand before she could touch his face. "No. I like it. It stays." She smiled.

They didn't break eye contact before her next question. "What was your brother like?"

"Merle?" He sighed. "He was white trash. Like me."

"You may have been white trash but look where you are now. Look how far you've come. You're still alive aren't you?."

"Yeah and I'm datin' a doctor. I've looked around." They chuckled together.

"It takes all kinds of people to make the world. Including the dead ones."

"You know," Daryl said patting her leg. "I still wonder if he got away sometimes. Like how far did he get? Did someone find him like I found you? Did they take him in or kill him?"

"That's the worst bit about this world. Not knowing."

There was a long moment of silence before one of them spoke again. "Speaking of not knowing…I hardly know you," Daryl said looking down at her.

"All that seems worth knowing these days is how to survive and other things associated with that topic," she replied staring off at the walkers snarling at the fence.

"Those are important, yes, but what about you? What did you like doing? Your favorite music? Shit like that…"

"I liked baking from time to time. Cookies and muffins. Those were my best. I loved my hair." He snickered at her last comment.

"I did. Every morning I'd get up and wash it."

"Every morning?"

"Yes. Let's just say it got greasy fast when the dead started roaming. And there have been a severe lack of headbands, but complaining isn't going to make them show up and they aren't a priority so I tried to ignore it. After months of not washing my hair everyday, I'm surprised I don't have dreadlocks."

"I'm sure we could have found you something for your hair," he spoke running his hands through her once flawless hair. "You need to speak up. Like you do when you're tending to someone. You were so demanding when Hershel needed tending to."

"Because I had to be. Anyway aside from my hair, movies were my life. Sometimes more then my hair. All kinds. Old. New. Good. Bad. All of them. I'd get home from work and put one on for background noise."

"All movies?"

"Yes, all of them. You name it, chances are I've seen it."

"And you still had time to study and do doctor things?"

"Oh, I made time for movies. Sometimes I'd plan the whole day around watching movies. Enough about movies. What about you? What did you like?"

He looked down at her in his lap. "There wasn't too much for me to like before all this, but there is something I enjoy now."

She was waiting for him to continue when they heard the prison door open. She closed her eyes hoping the person wouldn't notice them.

"Lily!" Beth called. "Lily, where are you?"

"Looks like duty calls," Daryl said as she sat up.

"I'm going. I'm going."

"It's the baby!"

Both she and Daryl cast a worried glance at each other before giving away their position and running down the tower.