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Her Angel, His Strength

11 Chupacabra

The next day, Daryl and Lily walked out their tent in silence. They hadn't spoken much after Daryl's warning about Shane. Lily had felt something was off about him at the funeral, but she didn't believe Shane was as dangerous as Daryl thought.

After breakfast, they went their separates ways, with Lily going to help Carol with the clothes and Daryl walking towards where the others were circling a map. He still didn't want her helping find Sophia. The thought made her a little angry; it was not as if she could not handle herself.

"Ya need ta be trained before." He said, the day before. "When I come back, we'll start doin' that." It was what Merle had wanted for her too, she remembered.

After hanging the clothes, Lily stayed with Carol for a while. While she thought a good idea to make dinner for everybody, she knew she was just going to be on the other women's way.

"I'm serious. I don't cook at all. I'm a disaster on it, set the alarms once in my apartment." Carol was having none of that, though, insisting she could learn. Lily agreed just to make the woman happy.

She had to admit it was a little fun. She did not do much, preferring to watch as the others moved around. If there was one thing the apocalypse had not changed was just how much women liked to gossip. Lily used to like it too, though now she preferred the silence. She wondered if she would ever go back to the way she used to be.

"Hey, got a sec?" Looking up, Lily saw Maggie staring at her. Nodding, they left the kitchen towards the living room. "So, you and Glenn…" When Lily just stared at her, Maggie sighed. "Is there something between you? I mean, I overheard you two talking yesterday, how you're like siblings, guess I just wanted…"

"Oh…" Lily had to bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. "Glenn is my best friend. He is… The closest thing to a brother I ever had in a long time." Lily said looking away. She loved Glenn dearly, but he would never take the place of her brother.

"So you two never…"

"Oh God, no! No!" When she saw the way Maggie looked away with a blush on her cheeks, Lily knew something had happened to them. "Listen, Glenn is… He is wonderful. He managed to stay cheerful and helpful and… He managed to keep on smiling even with all this going on, you know. I really like him; he helped me when things were very bad… I just, what I am saying is, you should give him a chance, you know. I honestly don't think you're gonna regret it."

Maggie nodded and smiled, appearing to run that over her head.

"He's a good guy…" She said and Lily nodded. When she sensed the conversation was over, she walked back to the kitchen, though Maggie didn't follow. Lily could only hope the two of them would work things out, in her opinion, no one deserved love more than Glenn did, and Maggie seemed like a nice girl.

Deciding the best way to help in the kitchen was washing the dishes; Lily almost broke a plate when they heard a gunshot. All of them rushed out there to see what was going on, especially with Hershel's rule of no gun on the farm.

"What on earth's going on out here?" Hershel demanded.

Lily stayed by Carol's side until she saw Daryl on Rick and Shane's arms. Gasping, she ran towards him, noticing just how terrible he looked.

"What happened? Is he alive? He alive?" She asked, looking at them. Rick nodded, asking for Hershel's help. She followed them, worried beyond her mind.

Rick and Shane put him down a bed and Hershel asked her to step away so he could patch him up. She nodded, leaving the room, wanting nothing more than to go back inside and check Daryl over herself.

"What happened?" She asked Glenn who came up to sit with her and Lori.

"Andrea thought he was a walker… He looked like one too, don't know what happened to him, though he found Sophia's doll." Lily nodded and sighed. As much as she wanted to be mad at Andrea, she could not fault her for shooting at Daryl. Even up close, he did look like a walker.

Rick, Hershel and Shane walked out the room, the first nodding her entrance. Lily did not even bother to say anything to them and rushed inside. When she saw him, she stopped on her tracks. His head bandaged, just like his torso; Hershel had cleaned him up, but he still looked awful.

"Hey." She said, but her voice wavered. Daryl frowned at her, pulling the covers up his chest. Lily breathed in and shakily walked over to his bed. Sitting down, she asked: "What happened?"

"Got shot in the head."

"In the woods, Daryl."

"Damn horse threw me out, fell down a ravine and impaled maself." Lily eyes widened.

"Are you feeling better now?" He ignored her question, huffing. Lily made herself comfortable, laying down next to him and grabbing his hand. "I was worried sick… Don't… Don't do that again."

Daryl frowned at her, but said nothing. Lily stayed in his room in silence, not noticing it when she fell asleep.

"How are you feeling?" Carol asked, waking Lily up with a start, though she remained motionless.

"As good as I look."

"I brought you two some dinner." Carol said, setting two plates down. "You must be starving." Leaning over, Lily saw through half-closed lids Carol plaint a kiss on Daryl's head.

"Watch out, I got stitches." Lily would have smiled had she not noticed then how their fingers were intertwined when Daryl squeezed them a little. She knew she hadn't gone to sleep like that.

"You need to know something." Carol said seriously. "You did more for my little girl today than her own daddy ever did in his whole life."

"I didn't do anything Rick or Shane wouldn't have done."

"I know. You're every bit as good as them. Every bit." Carol left the room.

"She's right. Sometimes I think you're even better." Lily said quietly. Daryl snorted, rolled over and pretended to go to sleep. He didn't let go of her hand, though, so, with one arm wrapped across from him, Lily nestled her head against his shoulder blades. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Ya hungry?" He asked looking over his shoulders at her.

"Not really." He looked at her for a second before turning away again, squeezing her hand lightly.

They woke up in the middle of the night, and even though their food was cold by then, they ate it without complain. Lily checked his bandages once more, despite his protests, which was difficult because Daryl kept squirming under her touch. She wanted to ask him about all those scars, though she knew just by the look on his eyes that conversation was not going to happen any time soon.


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Mel.