AN: Happy Valentine's day to all that celebrate it (I'm not sure if people celebrate it. And, hopefully I actually posted this on Valentine's day...that was what I was going for. So here's the new chapter. I know Milton is kinda a scientist type guy at Woodbury, but I got ideas for him in this story...so this is a fan fic, if you hate it, you don't have to read it...I hope you still do though :). And, I feel really dumb right now...FanFicGirl10, I didn't understand what you meant by the whole Dixson/Dixon thing (I had a major blonde moment) From now on I WILL spell it Dixon. I must've read a different story with it spelled Dixson, or I don't know. Thank you for pointing out the error (again) I understand now. On with the story!

Lilian woke up later than usual. The birds outside the window were chearping, which was extremely misleading. The birds made it seem like Woodbury was a nice, safe, happy place; instead it was a sinister evil, establishment, ran by an equally evil and sinister ruler. The Governor, as he was known to most. But, to Lilian, he was her ex husband Phil, the man who she once loved, but now he turned into a mere shadow of the man he once was. He was a psychopathic rapist with a hidden agenda. Phil would disappear for hours at a time, at any time during the day.

A knocking came through the door, ripping her from her thoughts of Phil. It was probably a good thing, she didn't want to be thinking of that jerk anymore.

"Yeah," she replied from the bed. She was uncommonly tired.

"Are you coming?" Milton asked, as he walked into the room.

"Oh, hell, I'm so sorry...I don't know what's going on right now..."

"Could you be...pregnant?" he asked carefully.

"No. I can't have kids," she replied. She herself had considered the possibility, but knew there was no way she could.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes...before all of this, Phil and I tried for so long...it's not possible."

"Whatcha got?" Daryl asked when Rick returned to the main part of the prison.

"Glenn and Maggie," he began. "Someone took them at gun point to a town called Woodbury."

"We goin'?"

"What choice do we have."

"We didn't go after ma girl," Daryl grumbled. He was mad that Rick hadn't kept his word on going after Lilian.

"Maybe she'll be there," Rick said hopefully before patting Daryl's shoulder. Daryl grabbed his cross-bow as Rick went to let the rest of the group know what their plans were regarding the far off place that had captured two of their own people, people that were simply on a run for baby formula. Luckily Lil' Ass Kicker, which is what Daryl nicknamed the baby when Carl couldn't pick a name, was able to get food thanks to Michonne.

"DARY!" Emily ran to the father-like man.

"Whut?"

"Are you going to Woodbury?"

"Woodbury, an' ya. I gotta. Lily migh' be there."

"She might!?"

"Maybe."

"Can I go?"

"No," he said without thought. This little girl wasn't going to Woodbury, no discussion about it.

"Please!?"

"No. Yew gotta stay 'ere lil' girl."

"I miss Lily though."

"Don't matter. Yer stayin'."

After training with Milton, Lilian went back to Phil's apartment to sleep. She didn't even bother eating dinner, she was just so tired, it was unbearable. Her sleep was thankfully filled with happy dreams rather than the nightmares that terrorized her most nights.

Salty sea air intruded Lilian's nose, as the cool ocean waves lapped over her legs, up to her knees. The water was so refreshing from the warm surroundings. The sun rise over the ocean was the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen. Pinks, reds, oranges, and yellows streaked the sky that was fading into the lighter blue. While watching the wonderful sight, she mindlessly picked up the white sand and let it slide through her finger, loving the cool, soft feeling it had.

"Wan' som' company?" a voice asked from above her. Lilian looked up to see a sight for sore eyes. Daryl Dixon. He looked almost the same as he had when she left him except for a few minor things. His brown hair now had a touch of gray, his face had a few moe age lines than before, and he didn't have a speck of dirt on him.

"I'd love some," she smiled up at the man she was unconditionally in love with. He sat down on the pure white sand next to Lilian. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Don't compare ta yew," he said sweetly. That's how he was, if they were completely alone, he'd be sweeter than apple pie.

"You just don't like nature unless you can eat it," she joked. He nudged her arm with his, and she over dramatically fell over, and he rolled on top of her. "Frisky," she giggled. Daryl kissed her neck, she felt the stubble of his facial hair on her soft skin. It wasn't a bad feeling, just a familiar one, one she'd come to love as much as the sun rise.

"Mommy! Daddy! I woke up an' yew were gone!" a blonde haired, blue-eyed little boy ran onto the sand. He was no more than four and had a slight version of Daryl's southern draw. His face was Daryl's, no doubt about that. He had the same thin lips and squinting baby blue eyes. The only trait he'd received from Lilian was her thick blonde hair.

"Aw, baby I'm sorry," Lilian told her son.

"Don't ever do that ta me again!"

"I won't I promise," the small boy sat between his loving parents.

"We was jus' out 'ere," Daryl said.

"I kno' but yew scared me."

Lilian kissed the boy's forehead.

Bang!

The loud sound woke Lilian from her sleep. She rose from the queen sized bed and opened the curtain to her window. Outside, she saw a terrifying sight. The streets were filled with smoke, and more gun shots. She could only make out the silhouettes of different figured running up and down the streets of the once quiet town. Though it wasn't the smartest thing, she bolted for the door.

AN: One last thing, FanFicGirl10 asked if Carol was dead for this story. I'll let y'all vote. Majority rules, in the event of a tie...I don't know so hopefully there isn't one. Time limit on this will be...Febuary 19 10:00 am. (Eastern time). So, thanks for reading, I'd love reviews! And I'm having some serious writer's block ideas would be great!