AN: To Parldro42082: Thank you so much! I can't sing either lol. And, I appreciate all of your wonderful feed back, on Lilian, Daryl, and everything else :). To FanFicGirl10: I am an evil genius! I don't think anyone else has done that so I thought it'd be a good idea. And, I didn't realize I was spelling is Dixon...my bad. I'll be more careful from now on. I have this really stupid keyboard that leaves out letters all the time! Btw, I don't plan on killing off Carol, and if I do...it won't be for a while. Who else is gonna watch Emily while Lilian and Daryl have alone time ). And last thing, to a guest reviewer, I know I have a lot of grammar mistakes, a lot of times, I don't get enough time to fix them, and I figured that people would rather read a rough draft if I update a lot, rather than an edited chapter like once a week. And, yes, I didn't realize that I had made Lilian's husband's name Noah in a previous chapter until I'd posted the newer ones, so it's gonna be Phil. I'll go back and change it when I have a chance.
Lilian decided to make a bed of fluffy blankets on the floor for Emily. She didn't want her to get her or Daryl sick too. The white shag carpet felt nice on her bare feet as she moved around the room. She had missed walking around without shoes. She moved about the room freely, as she was the only awake one in there. Emily was napping peacefully on the bed, her fever had finally broke, but might not stay down.
After the bed was made, she began sorting clothes. There were some cute little dresses that Emily could wear, two pairs of jeans, a few shirts, and two sweatshirts, also for Emily. For Daryl she found three pairs of jeans, a pair of sweat pants, and two shirts. Lilian was extremely happy to find two bras, a few pairs of lacy panties, three pairs of jeans, a pair of yoga pants, two tank tops, and four T-shirts for herself.
Next, she decided to check on Emily. She was still sound asleep. Then she remembered the shower...the wonderful shower! Hot water...hotel shampoo and conditioner...perfect. She grabbed one of her new bras, a pair of panties, a black tank top and the pair of yoga pants. She set them in the sink of the large bathroom. The shower was clear glass, and quite large. Quickly, she shed her clothes and let them drop on the floor, and turned the water on as hot as it would go. It burned her chilled skin, but it was exhilarating.
As she stepped out, she grabbed a towel from under the sink. Lilian wrapped the fluffy white towel around the tanned skin of her body. There was a brush on the sink that she used to brush out her long blonde hair. This was the first time she was actually able to look in the mirror, her cheeks were drastically sunk in and hallow, while her blue eyes, surprisingly looked like they always did, maybe even happier. She couldn't help but think that Daryl was the cause for that. The freckles that scattered across her nose and cheeks seemed more visible. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened quickly, scaring her.
"Daryl! You scared the hell outa me!" Lilian exclaimed.
"Sorry, didn't kno' yew were 'n here..."
"It's fine. What do ya need?"
"Was gonna take a shower," he replied.
"Go ahead, I set a pile of your clothes on the bed."
"Got 'em," he held up a pair of jeans with a shirt.
"Okay, shower's open."
"Can yew...leave?" he asked awkwardly.
"Why?"
"Damn it woman! I wanna be alone!" he said partially angry.
"Fine!" she grabbed her clothes and slammed the bathroom door behind her. When she got into the room, she dropped her towel and put fresh clothes on. Emily woke up from the door slamming and started to whine. "Shit," she cursed. "Are you hungry babes?"
"Not really..."
"Why don't we go down stairs, huh?"
"Okay...will you carry me?"
"Yeah, c'mere."
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Daryl walked out of the bathroom to find an empty room. He knew he'd really pissed Lilian off. She was gone and took Emily with her. Good, he thought bitterly, the sooner she realizes I'm no good for her, the better. But, then he thought about the fact that he really did like her, a lot. She was beautiful, smart, compassionate, brave, and a hunter.
Ugh! he thought again. Why does she have to be so damn perfect? Knocking interrupted his thoughts. He opened the door to see Lilian.
"Dinner," she said cooly. He had to think fast. If he wanted to fix things, then he'd have to do it now. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him, and into the room, closing the door.
"Sorry 'bout earlier..."
"It's fine."
"No it ain't. I was an asshole. Shouldn't a yelled at yew like that."
"We all have our snaps sometimes," she said in a far off tone, she just wanted to go back down stairs and be away from him. But, it was stupid for them both to be mad at each other. They both truly liked the other. And it was a pointless argument. Daryl obviously regretted snapping at Lilian.
"Ya forgive me?"
"Yeah...just try not to do it again," Daryl leaned down and kissed her lips. Lilian wrapped her arms around his neck, Daryl's snaked around her waist. "We should get to dinner. People'll be waiting for us."
"They can wait," he said huskily, feeling the need to have her body close to his.
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Daryl and Lilian redressed after their fun. It was amazing for both of them. Lilian adjusted her hair and they both left the room. Daryl slipped his hand around Lilian's. She looked up at him with a smile, feeling truly happy. They walked into the dining room, where everyone was eating their dinner. Lori gave Lilian a knowing look, making her blush. They took the last two open places and ate the table and ate their meal of different canned foods: peaches, green beans, and apples. When everyone finished.
"Will you help me with the dishes, Lilian?" Lori asked, but it obviously wasn't a question.
"Of course," she helped gather the plates, an brought them to the large kitchen. "Wow it's nice in here."
"Spill."
"Spill what?" she asked innocently.
"You and Daryl walking down here together with those guilty grins on your faces."
"Okay...it was amazing. Really, really amazing."
"I take it you don't do this often."
"Do what often?"
"Talk about-"
"Oh, no I don't," she blushed. "Before this, I didn't have many girl friends...and I didn't have many boyfriends to talk about anyway. I was always just one of the guys..."
Lori chuckled a little. It was surprising, Lilian seemed like the kind of girl that would live in bars on friday nights with her girl friends. But then again, she was a hunter. Maybe it was more of her in the woods on a friday night with a cooler full of Budweiser. "What did you say you were before this?"
"A teacher. First grade."
"What was that like?"
"It depended on the year. Like if the kids were well behaved, it was great, but every once in a while I'd get a class that were just rotten apples."
"Lil," Mason walked into the kitchen. "I needed to talk to you..."
"Go ahead," Lori told her.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," Lilian gave her a nod of thanks and went with Mason. They ended up in what looked like a small conference room, where Rick and Daryl already were.
"What's up?" Lilian asked.
"Statically, do you think we should stay here?" Rick asked.
"Well, it seems safe enough, we are the opposite way of the herd, but if another one were to come through here, we'd be screwed."
"That's how it'd be everywhere, and most places wouldn't have power and running, hot water..." Rick stated.
"That's where you're wrong," Lilian smiled. They all looked at her confused. "Mason, do you remember the island grandpa bought for grandma when we were little?"
"Yeah. How could I forget?"
"That's where we go. There's power, no herd is gonna be able to swim fifty miles-if they can at all, and there's a garden, and fruit trees already set up."
"We'd be set..." Rick said, stunned.
"There's only one problem..." Mason pointed out.
"Wut's that?" Daryl asked, joining the conversation.
"The keys are at my house..." Lilian said.
"And the boat's at mine," Mason added.
"Where are your houses?" Rick asked, not seeing how that was such a big deal.
"South Carolina, they're about ten miles from Savannah, which depending on how you look at it is either a blessing or a death sentence," Lilian said thinking about how bad cities are, Atlanta in particular.
"We could see what the group wants?" Mason suggested.
"They'll want to stay here...we won't have to make a dangerous trip, we don't have to go out into the middle of the ocean."
"Well, eventually, I'm going there," Lilian said. "We could wait the winter. Maybe the walkers will head away from the coast, and it'll be safer to get out that way."
"So we wait the winter?" Daryl asked.
"Sounds good to me," Rick said.
"Me too," Mason agreed.