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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Lilly's POV
Maggie and Glenn stay huddled close together, both beaten down in their own way. Blood has finally stopped pouring out of my nose, but at least I got to keep my clothes on from the perverted man called the Governor.
"All this time, running from Walkers, you forget what people can do," Maggie says, making my anger boil even more. We don't deserve this. We aren't bad people.
"Are you okay, Lilly?" Glenn asks, pulling me from my internal revenge.
"Are any of us okay right now? I am going to burn this place to the ground," I mutter, attempting to stand and feeling light-headed.
"What are you thinking?" Glenn asks, coming over to me, helping me up.
I point at the dead Walker in the corner. "We can use the bones from its arms."
"Brilliant." He goes over, snapping over its arm before giving Maggie and me shards of bone as defense. I slide back down the wall, wondering how I became so weak. I didn't have that much blood loss, did I?
"Lilly? Lilly! Stay with us!"
"Wake up bitch!"
A boot kicks my face and I splutter, opening my eyes, seeing Glenn and Maggie in the middle of the room, crying. What happened while I was out?
"I love you," they say to each other.
Merle places sacks over their head.
"Where are you taking them?" I ask, watching as they're led out.
"None of your concern, sugar tits."
I glare, mustering up as much energy as I can before rushing after them. Smoke engulfs us after a bright flash. Reinforcements?
My arm is grabbed before practically being dragged away. I stumble alongside my rescuer, feeling bad I'm such a burden at a time like this.
"Come on, Lil, just a bit further," Daryl coaxes, almost carrying me along. We go inside a small house where I collapse onto the floor next to Glenn.
"Hey, stay with me, babe." He lightly smacks my face, trying to keep me coherent.
"Merle did this. It was him," Glenn says.
"You saw him?" Rick asks.
"Face to face."
"He did this to my face, actually," I mutter, gesturing above. Daryl growls, his thumb brushing over my swollen lip.
"So my brother's this Governor?" He asks.
"No, that's someone else," Maggie chimes in. "Your brother is his lieutenant or something."
"Does he know I'm still with you?" he asks.
"Yes," I mutter humorlessly. "Yet this is where he wanted to go first. What a prick."
"Can you two walk?" Rick asks Glenn and I. I nod, knowing that no isn't an option. I have to be able to get out of here.
"Hey, if Merle's around, I have to see him."
"Not right now, we're in hostile territory," Rick says.
"He's my brother. I ain't—"
I get into his face, stumbling a bit. "He could've made me miscarry and all you're worry about is him? Look at what he did to me, to Glenn!"
"Maybe I can work something out with him—"
"You're not thinking straight!" Rick says, trying to keep his voice low. "Look, no matter what they say, they're hurt. Glenn can barely walk. Lilly looks like she is going to pass out at any moment. How are we going to make it out if we get overrun by Walkers and this Governor catches up to us? I need you. Are you with me?" Rick stares at him.
"Yeah."
"Stick close to me," Daryl says to me when we head out into the smoke.
"Okay, Dare."
I fire off a few shots with Daryl's gun he gave me, covering him. We take cover behind a building, reloading and gathering our wits.
"Come on!" Daryl ushers me along when I almost blackout again.
"I'm sorry!" I yell back, shooting towards the enemy fire. I stumble again, this time someone else grabs me.
"Gotcha."
"This is one of the terrorists!" I hear the voice of the Governor from underneath the bag over my head. They pull mine off so I can watch whatever is happening in front of me.
"No, Daryl!" I struggle in the hold of my captor.
"Stop struggling," the other henchman mutters in my ear, "or I'll kill you in front of your boyfriend over there."
The Governor pulls off Daryl's bag. "Merle's own brother!"
Merle looks stunned and even terrified at whatever is going to happen to him. Then my eyes settle onto a blonde in the crowd. Andrea? The hell?
"What should we do with them, huh?"
"Kill them!"
I start to struggle again at hearing the crowd chant this, wanting nothing more to rescue him. We are good people. Why is this happening?
"You wanted your brother. Now you've got him," he says lowly to Merle. Daryl's eyes are on me, mouthing something to me. When I make it out, my heart lurches.
I love you.
I mouth the words back, not wanting to believe that this is the end for us. Rick will come back for us. I have to believe that. Milly needs me. Ashley needs me.
Andrea jumps up, being quickly restrained almost directly next to me. She still hasn't noticed my presence yet.
"He's my friend!"
"It's not up to me anymore," the Governor says. "The people have spoken."
"Hello, Andrea. Remember what I said about hurting Daryl again, right?" I say, startling her.
"Lilly?!"
"I asked you where your loyalties lie," the Governor addresses Merle. "Now prove it, to everyone. Brother against brother. Winner goes free. Fight to the death."
Merle puts his hand up in the air. "You know me, I'm going to do whatever I gotta do to prove that my loyalty is to this town," he says before slamming his metal stump into Daryl's abdomen. I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
Daryl isn't even attempting to fight back. "Daryl Dixon, get your ass up!" I scream, the wind being knocked out of me from behind.
They usher in two Walkers and tears start flowing down my cheeks. I don't know if I can watch anymore.
Suddenly, Daryl jumps up, hitting his brother in the jaw.
"You really think this asshole's going to let you go?!" Daryl asks his hands around his brother's neck.
"Just follow my lead, little brother. We're getting out of this right now," I read Merle's lips. Wait, what?
They turn, their backs against each other as they start to fight off the Walkers instead of each other. Then there are gunshots to the Walkers heads. Finally, Rick is here.
Smoke fills the arena and I knee my captor in the groin, taking the opportunity to get over to Daryl.
"Let's go!" he shouts, knocking out the guy with his crossbow as we follow him. I grin, keeping up with him.
