AN: So, I told myself I need to take a break from this story and work on some of my other Walking Dead ones or my Boondock Saints ones. Ha! That worked out so well! So here I am, writing my third chapter in like two days for this story, only got one done for Forever and Ever…But, I did give myself a deadline to have this one completely finished (June 3). That's only because my tennis season starts right after that and I have so much other stuff to do this summer, it wouldn't be fair to y'all. Because I'm not sure how I'll be able to get them posted very often. (I wasn't a writer until after tennis season this year). Sorry about all my rambling, here's the chapter:

"Good night, sweetheart," Lily told Emily as she tucked her in.

"Night Mommy."

"Night Emie," Daryl said as he hobbled close to her.

"Night Daddy."

Daryl left the room first, Lily shut off Emily's bedroom light before leaving too. Daryl hopped down the hall to his and Lily's bedroom. He looked over his shoulder and saw her closely following. They both entered the room, and no sooner were Lily's shoulders pinned to the walls. She learned a very important right then. Injured or not, never underestimate Daryl. With his upper arms still resting on the crutches, Daryl's hands held Lily in place while his lips attacked hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer to her body.

Her hand found its way under his shirt, feeling his toned muscles, and loving the involuntary shiver she got from him. His pressure on her shoulders eased up and his right hand fell to her hip, and caressed her soft skin. His other hand followed and tugged the end of her shirt up, she assisted and pulled her shirt the rest of the way up and over her head. Lily undid the buttons on Daryl's shirt (for the second time in one day).

Suddenly, through their kissing and breathy moans, Lily was able to hear the sound of someone knocking at the front door. Lily lightly pushed Daryl's shoulders back from her.

"I have…to…get the…" he stole another kiss. "Door…"

"Hurry," he growled into her ear.

"Lay down in that bed and get them pants off while I'm gone," she said, while taking ragged breaths. "I'll be back."

"Yew better be, an' quickly."

Lily grabbed her shirt, and practically ran down the stairs as she put it back on. Amazingly, she didn't fall. When she opened the door, she saw none other than Dr. John. He had a black bag in one hand and smiled at Lily warmly.

"I'm here to wrap Daryl's ankle," he stated.

"Um…I…now?" she couldn't hold back the disappointment in her voice. It didn't help that she knew Daryl would be pissed when she walked back into the room with company.

"Is it a bad time?" the older man asked.

"Honestly? Yes. Very bad time…"

"What is it?"

Damn, the most curious person in the fucking world has to be here! Lily thought. "Couple stuff. We're trying to work out…an argument."

"This'll only take a second and it has to be done tonight. Wouldn't want him to hurt himself anymore…"

"Yeah…just hold on," just like that Lily flew back up the steps and quickly opened the door. Daryl looked at her and grinned, but it disappeared when he saw the distressed look on her face.

"What's wr-"

"Get dressed. Now. The doctor's here and he has to wrap your ankle."

"Fuck," Daryl cursed as Lily threw him his clothes.

Dr. John got busy to wrapping Daryl's ankle as he stayed under the blankets in the bed. Lily sat next to him, too under the blanket.

"Okay, now try not to do anything strenuous, you don't want to over exert yourself, or it'll take that much longer for your ankle to heal. Understand?" John asked. Daryl just nodded. "Okay, night, all."

"Good night. You can let yourself out, right?" Lily asked. John nodded and left.

Not five seconds after the door closed, Daryl's lips had attacked Lily's.

The sun gradually started to appear over the horizon. It barely peaked through the glass double door that led to the balcony. Lily sat up in the bed, taking one of the blankets, she wrapped around herself and went to sit on the balcony. She sat staring off into the never calm ocean. The waves crashed against the shore, it was oddly soothing to her now. When she was a child, the unforgiving sea scared her at times. Only when she was alone and sitting so near to it. She'd have the thought that a wave would reach out higher than most and take her with it. She missed those times…everything was so…A set of warm arms wrapped around Lily's waist, pulling her to an equally warm body.

"Ya okay?" Daryl asked with lips almost against her ear. Lily just nodded and stared at the never stopping water. She was amazed she didn't hear him walk outside with his crutched and all. She leaned back against his chest, trying to absorb some of his warmth. "Ya sure. I don' like it when ya get quiet on me."

"I'm sure. I'm just thinking…"

"'Bout what?"

She turned her head so she could look him in the eye.

"Do you love me, I mean really truly love me?"

"'Course I do. Whut kinda question is that?"

"I just…just want to make sure that you do."

"Princess, I tol' yew that I love yew. An' I don' say things I don' mean." Lily nodded. She didn't expect anything different from him, but she needed to hear it. "Yew still love me? Even after yesterday?"

"How could I not? You're only human, you're gonna make mistakes…so will I."

"Y'kno' I'm real sorry fer yellin' at ya. None a that was yer fault. An' I shouldn't a takin' it out on ya."

"Like I said, it's okay. You made it very clear how sorry you were last night," she grinned.

"Mm. Maybe I shoul' apologize more often," Daryl shared her grin.

"I think so," Lily agreed.

AN: There you have it. So, I'm really bad with the whole rating thing…this can stay T right? I just don't want anyone to like freak out…I know so people are weird about that stuff…just let me know. And I'd love some feedback. Thanks.