AN: Not sure what was goin' on when I was writing this chapter…lol. It wasn't really my original plan, but I dunno…let me know how I did on it. I'd really, really appreciate the feedback just to be sure it's okay. Speaking of feedback, I'd like to thank a guest reviewer Becca. Your review made my day! I know that there are a lot of really well writing Daryl fan fics and I'm glad that you think mine is the best! Thanks again!

Maggie and Beth took it upon themselves to cook dinner for everyone. Lily walked into the kitchen a little while after he long talk with Rick. She decided it'd be best to allow Daryl some time to cool off before going over there.

"Hi Lily," Beth smiled warmly. The two blondes had become surprisingly close, even with the age gap of somewhere around ten years.

"Hi Beth, Maggie."

"Hi," Maggie replied.

"What are y'all making?" Lily asked out of pure curiosity.

"Steak and mashed potatoes," Beth replied happily. Earlier that day, she'd found steak in the large deep freezer.

"Steak…wow…do you know how long it has been since I ate anything from a cow?"

"Far too long," Maggie smiled. The girls shared a light laugh.

"We made you some cookies, by the way," Beth said. "Me and Emily."

"Really? I love cookies. What kind?"

"There's peanut butter and chocolate chip."

"Mason loves peanut butter cookies…but my personal favorite has to be, hands down the classic chocolate chip," Lily grinned. "Where are they?"

"Fridge."

She opened the fridge and grabbed two of them from the plate with foil covering it.

"Mm!" she exclaimed happily. Chocolate every woman's weakness. "I could kiss you right now! These are so good!"

"Emily said we had to add a little extra sugar."

"Well she was right! These have gotta be the best cookies I've ever tasted!"

"Make sure you take some to Daryl," Maggie said. Lily went silent for a moment.

"Ptf. There isn't' enough sugar in the world to turn around whatever the hell is goin' on with his mood today," she finally said.

"What happened?" Maggie asked.

"It's just a bunch of stuff…he's just been in a mood since we got back and Dr. John told him his ankle was broke. I dunno. I haven't really talked to him about it yet."

"You'll work it out," Maggie smiled slightly.

"I hope so."

Once Beth and Maggie finished the steaks on the indoor grill, Lily wrapped up two plates.

"You're not eating with us?" Beth asked.

"I think I better try to talk to Daryl and bring him this…" she picked up both plates.

"Good luck," Maggie said.

"Do you want me to send Emily over later?" Beth asked.

"I'll come get her. And thanks," she headed out the door and began to walk across the sand. The walk seemed get further as she took a step. She was worried that Daryl would still be mad at her. She didn't understand his anger in the first place. With a sigh she opened the front door and walked in. The house was quiet and she simply set the two plates on the counter. When she looked over, she saw Daryl one the couch, asleep with a bottle of whiskey in hand. There wasn't more than one shot left in the bottle. His arm was hanging over the couch and it was threatening to drop on the hardwood floor.

She sighed and walked over to grab the bottle. He shouldn't have been drinking in the first place. Alcohol thins the blood and that couldn't have been good with his ankle, but she couldn't be sure. Her hand had just wrapped itself around the bottle when he spoke.

"I got it," his words were slurred.

"I'm going to put this away," she pulled it from his grasp, and he made an attempt to stop her with his other hand, but it simply hit the floor and he automatically began to snore. Lily put the alcohol in the liquor cabinet and turned back to the sleeping Daryl. "Get up. I brought you food."

He looked up at her, blue eyes blood shot red. "Ain' hungry."

"Alcohol on an empty stomach will only make your hangover worse."

"Leave me be," he slurred, starting to get up.

"Daryl, I won't do that. This is what happened when I did that!" she motioned to his drunk, pretty much passed out body. "You can't just do this…"

He planted his good foot on the ground and started to get up, with the aid of his crutches. "Why the hell not?"

"Because, there's people that need you."

"Who? Yew handled yerself jus' fine. An' don' think I didn't see yew and Rick."

She raised her eyebrows at him, it seemed like if she raised them any higher, they'd disappear into her hair like one of those cartoon characters.

"Excuse me?"

"Yew heard me. Yew an' him ou' on the dock! I came out ta talk ta ya, and there ya were! Huggin' Rick!"

"Daryl, I can promise you that was nothing…we were talking about you! He was defending you!"

"I bet he was. Yew can have 'im!"

"But I don't want him, Daryl. You're the one I want."

"An' people in hell wan' slurpees."

"Why are you doing this? Why are you being such an asshole?"

"Why don' yew git that I ain' no good fer yew er of that baby?"

"Why the hell not? I see how you are with Emily. She even started calling you her dad."

"I didn't ask for that!"

"Daryl…you're great with her…and with Little Ass Kicker."

"I'm gonna be jus' like him."

"Him?"

"Ma father!"

"You're not going to beat our child!"

"How do yew kno' that!?" he moved closer to her and she backed up, not really wanting to smell the alcohol on his breath, until she backed into the wall. "How do yew know I won' hit yew right now?" He put his fist up at the side of her head, against the wall. She didn't move.

"Because I know you. You're not the type of man who beats anybody for no apparent reason, let alone the woman you love or a child!"

"Yew don' kno' that," his voice had lost most of his rage once his eyes finally met hers.

"Yes. I. Do. Like or not, you're stuck with me," she leaned slightly closer, to gage his reaction. He didn't so much as shy away.

"Maybe tha' ain' such a bad thin'," he said softly, sounding completely sober now. Lily closed the gap between them, and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned to press a kiss on her lips, but she held her hand up.

"Can't kiss you whiskey breath. No alcohol for me." A low growl came from his chest. "Take a shower and brush your teeth. Then we'll see," she said.

"Or ya coul' give me a sponge bath," he said with a grin.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she looked at him through squinted eyes.

"Ya. 'Cept we coul' loose the sponge."

Lily just laughed slightly at his perverted comment. It was nice to see him joking with her again. "Go take a shower."

"Migh' need some help. Better come wit' me." She sighed over exaggeratedly, and with a smile as he slowly made his way upstairs with the crutches. Lily followed behind. "Enjoyin' the view?" he asked. He was clearly still drunk, but now he'd moved to a playful, horny drunk.

"Yes Daryl, I love the view of your ass," she said sarcastically.

"Yew better," they got into the bathroom and she leaned down to turn the water on. "I thin' this is a good view," he said, the grin obvious in his voice. She stood and slapped his chest playfully.

"Get in the shower," she commanded. She was still standing close to him, hand pressed to his chest. Daryl took advantage of this pose and pressed a kiss to her lips softly.

"Undress me," he whispered, huskily. This sent a shiver down Lily's spine and she couldn't help but start on the buttons of his shirt. Her fingers working slowly, due to her shaking. She finally reached the last button allowing his shirt to come off, which, she happily helped him get it the rest of the way off.

Daryl was in such a state that he wasn't even worried about the scars on his back at the moment. Lily'd seen them before and didn't mind.

"There ya go."

"Not done, Princess. Ma pants are still on."

Lily had never seen Daryl like this…like…there wasn't even a way to describe this. But, if she was being completely honest with herself, it kinda turned her on. So, instead of denying her drunk lover what he wanted she undid his belt, then the zipper on his pants along with the button. They didn't fully fall, which was lucky, given the dark colored pants would've his Daryl's bruised and swollen ankle on the way down. Lily pulled the pants down along with his boxers. She got both off of his bad ankle, and stood to her full height.

"This rest is up to you," she said, keeping her eyes locked on his, because she knew otherwise he'd get his way and they'd end up in the shower for quite a while. Although, his eyes were pretty alluring too.

"Don' be a tease," he growled.

"It's more fun that way," she turned and left the small bathroom, satisfied with the fact that she stuck to her guns. Maybe is he wouldn't have been a jerk earlier, and then came back and got drunk she would've given in. But, there were more important things to do right now. She needed food. Her stomach rumpled. She unwrapped on of the plates and cut a piece off her steak. Oh my God! she thought. That was one of the best steaks she'd ever tasted.

Once Daryl was done with his shower, Lily let the plate of food in front of him at the counter, along with a cup of coffee.

"I'm gonna go get Emily," she said. He just nodded. "Drink this. I want you sober."

"Er what?" he grabbed her arm, not with force, but just lightly enough to make her stop. She looked at his smirk covered face.

"Or it's gonna be a lonely night," she warned with a smirk of her own. Drunken sex was never something Lily was really a fan of. It just made her think too much of her ex, which was never a good thing. Philip Blake did nothing but cause trouble for her, before and after the apocalypse. Lily didn't want to think about Philip period, let alone when she was with Daryl.

When Lily walked into the main house, Beth, Maggie, and Rose were doing dishes in the kitchen.

"How'd it go?" Maggie asked curiously.

"Not to bad, actually," Lily replied, without giving any specifics. Her and Daryl's relationship was just that. Her and Daryl's. Not the whole groups. She even felt bad for telling Rick and the kids what was wrong earlier that day. But, it was better then them knowing that Daryl got drunk and they fought, until his new task was jumping her bones, not that she minded.

"Emily's playing with Livie," Beth said, knowing that was Lily's reason for visiting.

"Thanks," Lily walked deeper into the house and called for Emily. A few seconds later the emerald eyed girl came running down the stairs.

"We goin' back home?" she asked. Lily nodded and the two silently made their way back to the house. "Are you and daddy still fighting?"

"No, we talked about it, sweetheart."

"Good, 'cause you promised to paint my room," the little girl smiled.

"I don't know if that was a promise," Lily grinned as she ruffled Emily's hair.

AN: Second chapter in like two days…I'm on a roll! I'm gonna go ahead and start the next chapter later today…this one was twice as long as the others usually are.