AN: I just want to thank everyone that has reviewed. It makes my day to see all of them! We've reached OVER 30! It make me just want to write more! So, here is the new chapter, and I promise there will be VIOLENCE!

The sun rose early the next morning, waking Lilian. She was always an early bird, and had never been able to sleep past eight. Though, the air outside was frigged, Lilian found herself to be toasty warm. She didn't realize why, until Daryl shifted next to her. His arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, while his chin stubble brushed against the soft skin of her neck.

Emily was sleeping peacefully against Lilian's front, successfully making a Lilian sandwich with Daryl and Emily bread. She wanted to get up, and leave the tent, but they both looked so comfortable and couldn't bring herself to wake them.

Meanwhile...

"Liam!" Mason ran after his former best friend. Something had happened to Liam, he was no longer himself. He used to be kind, and easy to talk to. But, this new would had made him...for lack of a better description, like Shane. They could've been twins.

"Yeah? What's up bud?"

"You need to stay away from my sister," he said matter a factly.

"Why's that?"

"She told me what happened! Come near her again and I'll-"

"Try to kill yourself again? Oo, I'm so scared!" Liam laughed like a lunatic. "Plus, why should I have to leave her alone when that redneck's probably screwing her right now?"

Mason had had enough, Daryl may not have seemed like person of the year (who was anymore?) but, at least he tried, and he protected Lilian from Liam and Shane. Mason's fist contacted with Liam's face, and he fell to the ground. Mason wasn't done, he tackled him, and threw more punches, and didn't stop until Rick pulled him off of Liam.

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Daryl woke about a half an hour after Lilian, and they allowed Emily to stay sleeping in the tent. They made their way to the fire, and Carol greeted each of them with a can of fruit. They mumbled a thanks and began to eat.

Liam came to the fire moments after them, with a bloody face and what looked to be a broken nose. Lilian honestly wanted to laugh, but she forced herself not to.

"Listen up everybody," Rick began. "Shane and I are gonna go drive Randall eighteen miles out. We'll be back shortly. Lilian, Daryl, a word please?" They nodded and rose from their places to follow Rick. "I want both a y'all to keep an eye on camp."

"Basically you're leaving us in charge?" Lilian asked.

"Exactly."

"Okay, everything will be in one piece when you get back," Lilian assured him.

"I appreciate it," Rick smiled and headed for the car with Shane.

"I'm goin' huntin'. Think ya can hold down the fort?" Daryl asked.

"What could go wrong?"

"A lot. Yer here with that pretty boy."

"I'll be fine, okay?"

"Alrigh'."

"You be careful," she pecked his cheek, and they parted ways.

Lilian noticed Lori and Carol hanging laundry and went to join them. They smiled at her knowingly as she started to hand a shirt on the line. "What?"

"You know what," Lori smile.

"I think you mean who," Carol laughed lightly. She seemed almost herself-or how Lilian guessed she was before everything with Sophia.

"Oh," Lilian blushed madly.

"I didn't realize you had taken an interest in the redneck with the cross-bow," Lori giggled like a girl in high school.

"Maybe he's her knight and shining armor," Carol added with a good natured smile.

"I swear you two sound like a bunch of gossiping hens!" Lilian laughed along with them.

"C'mon, spill," Lori urged.

"Spill what?" Lilian questioned.

"Don't play dumb."

"I'm not playing," the three women laughed again once Lilian realized she had just burned herself.

"How was it?"

"You two are pervs. And there isn't anything to tell anyway."

"Sure, you don't spend the night in some guy's tent without doing something," Lori pointed out.

"There was a child present..."

"Oh, so you would've done something if there wasn't..."

"No! I never said that!"

They were quiet for a few moments before Carol broke the silence.

"Is he a good kisser?"

"Yes," Lilian answered in a matter of a fact tone.

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Daryl returned from the woods earlier than usual. The sun was still pretty high in the sky. No matter what he tried to tell himself the reason for him coming back was, deep down, he knew it was because of Lilian. She didn't want her to be left alone at camp with Liam and Shane. Since, surely he and Rick were back by now.

He walked back to the fire pit, where he saw a heated argument between Shane and Lilian. Oh no. This wouldn't end well. Daryl came to a stop, to access how bad it was, because he knew if he stepped in Lilian could get mad. He knew how independent she was, that was one of the many things he lo-liked about her.

"Why the hell can't you just leave me alone!?" Lilian shouted angrily.

"'Cause you're too stupid to run this camp by yourself!"

"Look who's talking! Look at your now uglier face! You couldn't go on a simple trip without trying to kill your best friend because you're one twisted individual."

"Ptf. That's what guys do, they fight!"

They continued to shout profanities at each other until Shane's temper got the best of him, and he shoved her to the ground. She was back up, and threw a punch at his jaw. He drew his fist back. Daryl couldn't let this bastard hit Lilian. He lunged at Shane, though it was a moment too late, he'd hit her and knocked her out cold. Daryl's fist contacted with Shane's nose with a satisfying crunch. It was broken, that was for sure.

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Pain. The right side of Lilian's face felt as if someone had set fire to it. It burned and ached at the same time. She groaned in pain, before she noticed someone put a wet cloth on her face. It eased the pain only slightly, but anything was an improvement at that point.