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Her Angel, His Strength

18 Better Angels

Lily couldn't sleep that night. Looking at everyone now, she knew only a few had.

"C'me here." Daryl had said, getting inside her sleeping bag after waiting for her to stop crying and try to sleep. Even with him holding her, she could not stop. That is how they spent their night.

"Dale could- could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave." They were having a service for Dale, Lily was by Glenn's side, gripping his hand with tears running down her face. "Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale. He'd be looking back at me with that look he had. We've all seen it one time or another. I couldn't always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us. The truth... Who we really are. In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken. The best way to honour him is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves and take control of our lives... Our safety... Our future. We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong. From now on... We're gonna do it his way. That is how we honour Dale." For some reason, Lily wanted to scream at Rick. It was ridiculous that it took Dale's death for him to decide that he had been right.

Hershel was going to let them stay on his house. Lily had no idea how they were all going to fit in, though she would not complain; the nights were getting colder.

"Ya go get us a good spot, baby." Daryl said to her, giving her his bag. Nodding, Lily looked for Maggie.

"Hey, how are we doing this?"

"Carol and Andrea are taking one of the guests' room. The guys are buking in with Jimmy. There's still two more, though one's Patricia's. Doubt she'd mind if you wanna share, though."

"Hm, I'm staying with Daryl. You think it's ok if we choose one?"

"Nah, go ahead. Sure wish Glenn would stop being a jackass and stay with me."

Lily helped around, moving the camp to the house and later, securing it. After bumping into someone for the third time, she knew it would be very tight fitting for everyone.

"Hey, I got us a bedroom upstairs." She told Daryl as he walked into her.

"Good. Gonna go drop the garbage with Rick."

"Don't talk of Randall like that!" Daryl gave her a look that made her sigh. "Fine, be careful." She said, getting on tiptoes and kissing him.

A while later, while she was washing the dishes as Carol and Lori started dinner; a commotion was heard outside the house. Following the others, Lily saw that Rick and Daryl were still in the farm, Randall nowhere to be seen.

"What's wrong?"

"The cuffs are still hooked. He must' slipped 'em." Randall had gotten away.

"Is that possible?" Carol asked.

"It is if you've got nothing to lose." Andrea answered her.

"The door was secured from the outside." Hershel commented as he examined the door of the barn.

"Rick! Rick!" Shane appeared from the woods, his face bloodied.

"What happened?"

"He's armed! He's got my gun! Little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face." Lily had stolen only a few glances of Randall, but she found hard to believe that guy could get a jump on Shane, and by Daryl's look, he agreed with her.

"All right, Hershel, T-Dog, get everybody back in the house. Glenn, Daryl, come with us." Rick said, making Lily grab Daryl's hand. He looked at her and nodded, squeezing him once Lily let him go. "Lock all the doors and stay put!"

It was night and they weren't back yet. Lily couldn't stay put, walking in circles.

"Daryl's strong. He'll come back to us." Carol said to her, surprising Lily.

"Yeah…" She agreed, but the tightening feeling inside her just intensified.


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