So, Lily and Daryl finally did it! They settled their differences... at least for now. Let me just say that I am so sorry that I haven't updated in so long. It makes me feel horrible that I haven't updated, but the last season was exhausting. Things did happen but at the same time...they didn't happen. Frankly, it's got me frustrated and that has caused a mental block. Again I am so sorry. Hopefully the momentum to write more will come with the new season.

This is not a new chapter but one that I touched up because the flow felt off to me. Please forgive me.

For those of you that are still here, thanks. It means a great deal.

Lily belongs to me and everything else belongs to Scott Gimple.

She never went to sleep on the drive back, but instead crawled back to the front seat. As they drove, not a single walker was in sight. It was night now so they should have been everywhere, but there wasn't a single one.

"We were gone all day?" she asked pulling her shirt back on.

Daryl sighed pulling one arm down to rest in his lap as he drove through a neighborhood. "Yeah."

"Day well spent?"

He chuckled. "Yeah." She was deep in thought when he looked at her sitting in the passengers seat. "What are you thinkin' about?" He asked nudging her cheek.

"Killing," she responded flatly not removing her eyes from the windshield. "Killing the governor. He needs to go."

"You're serious?"

"Yeah. I know we barely got away last time, but the next time we see him has to be the last."

"Together we'll get rid of him."

"I don't care what Woodbury is going to do without him, but he needs to go before he brainwashes anybody else."

"Ok, we'll get rid of him."

On a much different note, she spoke again. "Thanks for coming back."

The faint traces of a smile tugged at his lips when he turned to face her.

.. .. ..

The two of them arrived back at the prison and entered as silently as possible. Lily made her way up to the roof as Daryl insisted on unpacking the car by himself. She was just staring at the few stars that remained in the night sky when footsteps reached her ears.

"I figured I'd find you here," Daryl spoke softly, walking next to her head. He was wearing his poncho again to fight the nippy night air.

"Hows that?" she asked.

"When you saw your first heard of walkers with us, you spent the night with Carl in the dirt, starin' at the stars. After we rescued you from Randall's camp…I know you were watchin' them through the windows. Whenever you have a few seconds to spare, you star gaze."

She signed her response. "Well, I suppose you're not wrong."

The buff man sat down on the broken air conditioning unit to be closer to the small person on the roof without having to crawl to the ground. "Why you up 'ere now?"

"Isn't it obvious?" she replied cracking a small smile. "I'm thinkin' things over."

"Like?"

'He was certainly more talkative than usual.' A million different things ran through her head, but she finally picked one to speak. "I'm trying to process what happened in the car…I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it actually happened and it's not just, you know…a dream."

She tried to sigh off the feelings and stood up. When she faced the door, she saw it was wide open unlike how she left it.

"Why did you come up here?"

Daryl took a breath before responding. "Ta make sure you weren't gonna hurt yourself again. I ain't goin' through that. Not ever again."

Just looking at him made butterflies flutter in her stomach. It felt like such a childish thing to feel, but the feeling was still there no matter how hard she fought it.

"You're afraid I'm gonna to leave again. Aren't ya?"

She nodded her answer.

"I'm not leavin'."

She rose to her feet and sat down next to him on the broken unit.

"I feel like a child," she whispered. Lily broke eye contact with the ground and met Daryl's gaze as he stared down at her. Her stomach exploded when the gaze held. In a moment of impulse, she turned to face him removing his poncho. Next, she slipped off his vest revealing his large shoulders. In a hurried motion, she pulled his shirt over his head, but was unable to remove it before the sight of the tattoos covering his chest caught her attention.

His hands remained trapped behind his back as she absorbed his sight of him in the moonlight. The tattoo on his chest was more prominent than she'd ever seen it and couldn't help but let her fingers run over the ink etched into his skin.

His heart beat wildly as he just let her look at him. In that moment, he saw the awe behind her eyes. She'd never experienced truly being with someone until the previous night.

After feeling his heart beat under her small hands, she placed a kiss on his lips; the stubble on his chin tickled hers. When she pulled away, her lower lip was trembling. With a slow motion, he shrugged the shirt from his wrists and held her slim waist under his hands as he kissed her back.

His rough hands traced the lines of her face with his thumb which caused her to shiver. She couldn't tell if it was from the cold or his touch.

Daryl pulled Lily's shirt from her body like a hungry animal and tossed it to the ground as she curled around his neck. In a swift motion, he lifted her from the ground and wrapped her legs round his waist.

With swiftness that amazed the doctor, Daryl lowered them both to the ground and they disappeared behind the air conditioning unit.

The chill in the air didn't register with either person as they were consumed with other thoughts that filled their night.

.. .. ..

"Oh, my God!"

Lily jumped awake as someone shouted.

Something warm was next to her as she sat up and a hand pulled something up to cover her bare chest.

'Oh, my God I'm naked!' Lily thought. Daryl was next to her, pulling the poncho over her as she sat dazed and remembered last night. Remembering the scream, she turned around to see Beth standing behind them with an open mouth. Daryl burst out laughing at the befuddled expression plastered over the young girl's face. After a moment of shock, she turned to leave and duck back inside.

Apparently a group had been sent out to look for them and Beth had the pleasure of finding them.

Lily hurriedly dragged on her shirt and pants to make her way into the prison and start the day as usual.

"Hey," Daryl called after her. "Aren't those pants a lil' big?"

She looked down and realized she was wearing his pants. Her face flushed red as she pulled them off and her pants on.

"Oh, stop stressin' and get over it. They all know what happened," the hick scoffed. "I bet Merle can't wait to hold it over our heads."

The couple entered the prison together as the other members caught sight of them. The expressions were mixed with satisfaction and delight or disgust, but the only face they avoided belonged to his brother.

"Way to go, lil' bro," Merle smiled like a fool. "Hard wasn't it? Walkin' sore today?"

Without warning, Daryl reeled his fist back and punched his brother square in the nose.

"Shut up," he said flatly as Lily smiled. He may have been smaller, but he was a force to be reckoned with.