Lilly Watkins has always been the strong one compared to her twin. That doesn't change when the dead start walking. Taking care of her family during the apocalypse, she never relied on anyone else. When she meets Daryl Dixon, a more temperamental pe...
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Daryl's POV
Everyone is gone when I carry Carol back after discovering her. They all come through the door, carrying a strange woman with a blonde young teenager in tow. There's no sign of Lilly, though. I didn't realize how much my eyes searched for her until she's not there. She better not have gone on that run with Maggie and Glenn.
"Who the hell is this?" I ask Rick, coming down the hall.
"You wanna tell us your name?" Rick asks her before looking over at the frightened teen.
"Tell them, Tiff," Ashley interjects, surprising us all. "You came with her, you have to know her, right?"
"She didn't tell me her name when I ran away with her," the girl, Tiff, says quietly, looking on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry," she says, bursting into tears for real this time. For some reason, she reminds me of Lilly.
"Ya'll come in here. You'll want to see this," I tell them, ushering them into the cell block.
"We'll keep this safe," Rick says, holding the ebony woman's katana. "The doors are all locked so you're safe here and we can treat that," he points to her bullet wound.
"I didn't ask for your help."
"Doesn't matter." With that, he turns, following me. When Rick spots what I want him to see, his whole demeanor changes.
"Thank god," he says, hugging Carol who stands from the bunk bed. I stand with my arms crossed, just watching the display of happiness.
"How?" Rick asks.
"Poor thing fought her way into a cell," I reply for her. "Must have passed out dehydrated."
When Beth shows her the baby she smiles at him before realization dawns and she pulls him into another embrace. "I'm sorry."
We go back to the woman from earlier after she's regained some of her strength.
"We can tend to that wound for ya, but you're going to have to tell us how you found us. And why you were carrying formula," Rick says to her.
"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy with two pretty girls." Two?
"What happened?" Rick asks.
"Were they attacked?" Hershel chimes in, coming closer.
"They were taken."
"Taken by who?"
"By the same son of a bitch who shot me," she says, glaring.
"Hey, these are our people! Tell us what happened!" Rick says, getting into her face. I'm seconds away from doing the same thing.
She jumps up and I point my crossbow her way. "Don't ever touch me again!" she yells.
"You'd better start talking. You're gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound," I growl at her, tired of the dancing around.
