AN: New chapter :)
Lilian couldn't get to sleep, she tossed and turned for most of the night. Daryl was keeping watch outside, and Emily was cocooned on the other side of the make shift bed, sleeping peacefully. The dining room was littered with other sleeping people. T-Dog was in the far corner and Carol was in the corner across from Lilian. Everyone else-save Carl, Lori, and Rick, who were in the upstairs bedroom, was in the living room.
Quietly, on hunter's feet, she slid jeans over her shorts, and threw on a sweat shirt before slipping out the back door. She walked on the creaky boards of the wooden wrap-around porch as silently as possible. Daryl took a stance on top of Dale's RV, with his cross-bow aimed in the other direction. Lilian climbed the metal latter, the rungs were cold on her hands, but she ignored it, and reached her destination. Daryl's back was still turned, and she wrapped her arms around his waist. At first he jumped, but once he realized it was Lilian, he smiled slightly, and put his hands over her's.
"Don't do that," he said.
"Why?" she asked innocently.
"Coulda shot yew."
"You wouldn't have," she smiled knowingly.
"I kno'," he admitted. "Yew shoul' go back ta bed."
"Can't sleep," he turned to face her. His blue eyes met her's. She felt as if she could stare at those baby blues forever.
Daryl couldn't help but reach out and cup her cheek. He wanted to be close to her, despite everything he'd known before. 'Ain't nobody gonna care 'bout yew but me, Little brother,' Merle's voice rang in his ears. He started to pull away, but Lilian's hand caught his, and she tip-toed to kiss him.
"Thought I'd spend some time with you," she ginned, sensing his hesitation. He had opened up so much since they'd met. Lilian could tell he was at war with himself, and wanted to help him win it.
"Okay," they parted, and Daryl took a seat on one of the lawn chairs, before he patted the other one. Instead of taking the empty seat, she sat on his lap. Before capturing his lips with her's. He kissed her back a moment later, still not understanding why she wanted to kiss him in the first place.
"Sure looks like y'all are one walker watch," T-Dog said, making Lilian practically jump out of her skin. "Why don't y'all go back to bed? I'll take watch for a while," he said kindly.
"Thanks..." Lilian blushed, and she and Daryl hurried back to the house. They laid down on their make-shift bed. "Good night, Daryl."
"Night, Princess," he kissed her forehead.
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The sun dipped low into the sky, Daryl was sitting on a porch unfamiliar to him, with Lilian by his side. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her slender shoulders. It reached almost to the bottom of the seat she was sitting in. She smiled and looked over at him. Age was obvious on her face, she must've been in her late thirties, but she was still so beautiful.
A silver car pulled up the long gravel drive. Out stepped a teenager with coal colored hair and emerald eyes, she wore a tank top and jeans on her small frame. Emily. In the passenger seat was young man a few years older then her wearing a sheriff's hat. Lilian rose from her seat and went into the house, Daryl followed suit. They were met but the sound of children laughing.
"Daddy!" a blonde haired girl rushed to his arms, she couldn't have been more than five. Daryl picked her up with ease.
"How'd babysitting go, Olive?" he heard Lilian ask from the kitchen, which is wear he went next. The wood floors slightly creaked under his steps, and he noticed the faded flower print wall paper.
"Fine. Great actually. Maybe you and Daryl should have a date night, Aunt Lil."
"I'll have to talk to him about that, you know how protective his is of these kids."
"That just means he's a good father," Olive said proudly.
"I know he is. What should I make for dinner."
"Pasta," Daryl said as he entered the room. Lilian smiled at him, noticing the child in his arms.
"What kind?"
"Don't matter," he set the little girl down and she ran off to play with a boy who was about eight or nine and was the spitting image of Daryl.
"Daryl Dixon, how many times do I have to tell you? Make up your dern mind!"
"I don't kno'."
"I'm gonna go...read..." Olive left the couple to themselves.
"I'll beat yew with a wooden spoon," Lilian said grabbing one from the counter.
"That a promise, Princess?"
"Of course," she came up and hit him on his ass with it.
"Not in front of the children!" Daryl said with a grin.
"Just wait until tonight," she purred into his ear.
Daryl was jolted awake by the sound of crashing pots and pans. Lilian was still curled up next to him, with her head tucked securely under his chin. He was surprised he'd had a dream like that, he'd never even considered having kids. But, now, he saw what kids with Lilian could be like...and how happy they might be able to be.
"That girl back at the farm, the one with the nice little, she don't give two shits 'bout yew little brother. An' she never will. Yer a Dixon, she's way out of yer league." Merle words, from his hallucination popped back into his head. He was right, even if Daryl imagined it all. Merle was right. His dream would always be just that, a dream. In fact, if Merle ever heard about it, or saw him cuddling with Lilian, he'd beat the shit out of him.
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Lilian woke to an empty bed. It was unusual, since she was typically the first one awake. The sun poured in through the big dinning room window, it had to be at least nine.
"Mornin'," Carol said casually.
"Morning, where's Emily?"
"Playing with Carl and Olivia upstairs."
"What about Daryl?"
"Went out hunting around dawn. I made you a plate, since you missed breakfast, it's on the counter."
"Thanks."
"No trouble."
Lilian ate her breakfast quickly, and walked outside. It was so strange not to see all of the tents around.
"Lilian, glad I caught you," Rick said jogging up to her.
"What's up?" she asked the ex cop.
"I wanted to know if you would come with me to drop Randall off."
"Sure."
"Okay, why don't we leave this afternoon?"
"Sounds great."
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Rick and Lilian had the car loaded up and ready to go. Daryl walked back onto the property, and over to them.
"Ya leavin'?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'll be back soon. Can you keep an eye on Emily please? Make sure she doesn't run off?" he nodded. "Thanks," she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. "We're just gonna drop off Randall."
Daryl awkwardly hugged her back. He wasn't big on hugging, especially not in front of people. Lilian pressed her lips to his for a second. Then pulled out of the hug.
"I'll go get the package," T-Dog said. But, a moment later returned alone. "Guys...he's not in there."
Everyone ran to the shed, and as T-Dog had said. Randall was gone.
"Rick! Rick!" Shane's voice shouted. His face was bruised and bloody.
"What happened?" Andrea asked.
"Little bastard got the jump on me. He's armed and he got my gun."
"Okay, we'll split up into three groups," Rick said calmly. "Lilian with Glenn, Daryl with Liam, and Shane with me. Everyone else back to the house. Andrea, T-Dog keep a watch on them."