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Click, click. Click, click. Growl. Lilian slowly opened her blue eyes. She slowly took in her surroundings. There was shattered glass, coating the floor of the car, which was really the roof. Growl. When Lilian looked over she saw a walker trying to get into the car through the glass of the windshield. The rotting flesh on it's face began to slowly tear off as it got closer. It stuck to the glass shrapnels.
Lilian tried to move her right arm and killed it, but when she tried to move, severe pain surged through her body. She knew she had to kill it, this was her idea and if something happened to Lori, all hell would break loose. During the short time she was at camp, Lilian had noticed that Shane stared at Lori with lust and Rick with envy.
"Lori!" Lilian shouted nudging the still unconscious woman with her boot. "You have to wake up, and you have to do it now!"
Lilian grabbed her knife with her left hand, pulling it from the sheath and stabbing it through the walker's head. It made one a final groan like sound. She again made an attempt to wake Lori.
"Where are we...?" Lori asked sleepily.
"In a crashed car. We have to move now."
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They only encountered one more walker, Lori killed it since Lilian's arm was sprained, maybe broken. Headlights appeared behind him, Lilian pulled Lori over to the side, and readied her knife with her left hand. Lori aimed her small pistol.
"Lori!" Shane's angry voice yelled. "What the hell are you thinking?" he came trotting over to the two women.
"The only way to get something done is to do it yourself," she replied.
"What the hell!? You!" Shane pointed at Lilian. "This is all your fault!" he grabbed her hurt arm, she yelped in pain.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Lilian yelled through clenched teeth. He refused so she kicked him where the sun don't shine. He knelt over in pain, she kicked his chest, making him fall to the group. Her boot landed on his cheek. "Don't you dare lay your hands on me or any other woman again. Trust me, you'll regret it."
Lori stayed silent. She didn't know what to say, Shane deserved everything he got in her opinion. The low rumble of a motorcycle interrupted everything that was happening. Daryl stopped in front of the small group.
"Guess ya got everythin' under control," he chuckled, seeing Shane on the ground.
"I still need a ride back..." Lilian smiled at him.
"Hop on."
"You don't mind Lori, right?"
Lori chuckled, it was amazing how Lilian's whole mood changed when she saw Daryl. She remembered being that way with Rick.
"Go ahead," she smiled.
Lilian got on the back of the bike, and started to wrap her arms around him, but winced in pain when her arm hit against him.
"Yew okay?"
"Just my arm, not biggie," she tried to shrug, while she held back the tears that were threatening to spill out. She wrapped her good arm around his waist and leaned against his back. Lilian felt Daryl's hand on her arm, which only added to the feeling of safety she always had when she was with him.
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"What happened?" Carol asked, alarmed when she only saw Daryl and Lilian.
"They'll be back shortly," Lilian explained. Daryl stepped off the bike, before helping her do the same.
"Well what happened to you and Lori?" Mason asked.
"Car accident."
"Why the hell are you so stupid?" Mason was mad at her for continuously putting herself in danger.
"She wanted to find her husband. What was a suppose to do? Let her go alone! She's pregnant."
"You don't always need to be the hero. You have a kid to worry about!"
"At least I'm not the one that was considering suicide!" Lilian stormed off angrily. She knew she'd gone too far, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't a child, she was a twenty-seven year old woman for Christ's sake! Plus, she was still made at him for trying to leave her alone with Olive and Liam.
"Ya need ta git yer arm checked out," Daryl said, as he caught up with her.
"Fine! Where?"
"Patricia, in da house."
Lilian realized she was taking her anger out on Daryl now. "I'm sorry, I'm just pissed off right now...nothing against you."
"Yer fine. Jus' go git it checked, and we'll be even."
"Deal."
Lilian and Daryl went in to see Patricia, she quietly examined the arm, and took out the small shards or glass.
"You're lucky. It's only a sprain. You'll heal in about two or three weeks. But, you have to avoid using it. Otherwise, it'll get a whole lot worse."
"Thank you," Lilian said sincerely. She was happy that Patricia fixed her up without a lecture. Patricia made her a make shift sling and sent her on her way. Lilian and Daryl walked out of the house toward their camp.
"Why don't yew an' Emily move ta my tent. Don't trust Shane or that pretty boy."
"Daryl Dixon! Are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Maybe..."
"Okay, but no funny business. There'll be a child present."
He leaned close to her ear. "No promises," he whispered huskily.
"I'll hold you to that." Daryl smirked at her as he grabbed her bags from her tent. "I'll meet you there," Daryl nodded and headed to his tent. Lilian set off in search of Emily. She found her over by Carol. "Emie, bed time."
"Okay Lily."
Emily began to walk to their usual tent.
"No, sweet pea, we're staying with Daryl tonight."
"Why?"
"My arm's hurt and I can't protect us if something were to happen."
Emily made Lilian stop walking and began to examine her arm. Slowly, and genially, she kissed the hurt arm. "Better?"
"Much. But Daryl already took our stuff."
"Okay."
The two walked away from the rest of camp, to Daryl's tent so they could sleep.