Lilian's fingers searched for Daryl's warmth in the bed. There was nothing, but the cold sheet against her hand. Something was wrong. Her eyes opened to a dark room, it was unfamiliar to her. Something was seriously wrong. Where's Mason? Daryl? Emily? Olivia?
Memories come rushing back to her. The last thing she remembered was being in a car next to Phil. The same Phil that had divorced her's years earlier. Then, everything went blank after that point. She was drugged, she concluded. She had to be, she wasn't one to just pass out.
"An," Phil's rough southern voice broke through her foggy train of thought.
"Phil?" she questioned.
"I'm right here, sweetheart," he sat down on the bed next to her.
"Where are we?"
"A town. Woodbury," he replied, stroking her now short blonde hair. "Why'd you cut your hair off?" he asked.
"It got caught...I was safer," whatever drugs she was given were still affecting her state of mind.
"Who else was part of your group?"
"Why does it matter?" a red flag went off in her still foggy mind.
"I'm just curious."
"You know what they say...curiousity killed the cat."
"Well I'm not a cat."
His use of proper english was getting on her last nerve. She'd grown so used to Daryl's way of speaking.
"Don't matter."
"Doesn't matter," he corrected.
"Why am I here?"
"Because I missed you. I wanted you to be with me."
"You could've just asked."
"You would have said no. I missed you Lilian."
"How did you even find me?" questions kept coming up without warning.
"Luck of the draw I guess. My boys and I were going to take out whatever group was there, but I saw you, and I couldn't resist."
She nodded, pretending to understand. Mason was right, this was a bad idea.
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Daryl awoke alone. As expected. Lilian left for watch last night. He was so confused by everything that occurred last night, it was driving him insane. How could she love me? he wondered. Maybe it was more of a blessing that he was alone, he could clear his mind. He took a hot shower, that lasted longer than usual, then he stepped out and got dressed.
"Daryl," Daryl's head whipped around to the shut white door. A feminine voice was what said his name. He was half hoping it was Lilian, he had to face her sooner or later, maybe sooner would be better. He opened the door to see Carol. "Have you seen Lilian?" she asked.
"Was on watch las' nigh'."
"She's not up there. Who was with her?"
"Mason."
"He's down at breakfast. I figured she'd come back in here with you."
"Ain't seen 'er."
"Emily won't stop crying for her...I don't know what to do..."
"Brin' 'er ta me."
A moment later, Emily walked in teary eyed, and hugged his leg.
"Honey, I'm sure she's fine," Carol tried to soothe the weeping child.
"C'mon let's go fin' 'er." The trip walked down stairs to the dining area, and Mason began looking at his food nervously. "Yo, Mason, where's yer sis' at?"
He didn't respond.
"Where is Lilian," Rick wondered out loud.
"She's...Gone..." Mason said slowly. Everyone looked at him stunned.
"Gone where?" Daryl asked slowly. "An' don' say away neither."
"Phil come here last night. Told her that if she came with him, he'd leave everyone else alone."
"An' yew let 'er go!" Daryl exclaimed, angrily.
"I had no choice!"
"Yew always have a choice! Coulda woke me up!"
"He didn't want anyone else to know! He would've killed us all! He had a whole fuckin' army with him! None of you know Phil the way I do...not even Lil. He has...issues."
"What kind of issues?" Rick asked carefully.
"He's...clinically insane," Mason said. "He wasn't diagnosed 'til after he and Lil got divorced."
AN: I'm getting a serious case of writer's block. I would LOVE some ideas for what I should do...So please review and tell me your thoughts...