❝HEARTBREAK IS ONE THING MY 𝗘𝗚𝗢'𝗦 ANOTHER❞
In which it no longer matters that Evangeline Waters was a hot shot lawyer with a nice apartment and the best daughter she could've asked for. Because if you don't know the right way to stab a dead...
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"So this is what you did as a kid? Went out hunting and tracking?" Lily asked, trailing behind Daryl as he moved through the dense underbrush with practiced ease. She watched his eyes flicker over the ground, following a trail that was invisible to her untrained eyes.
"Had to eat somehow," Daryl replied, his voice low and steady, eyes scanning the area for any signs.
Lily nodded, trying to process that statement without it sounding as harsh as it did. "How do you know what to look for?" she asked, genuinely curious.
"Prints, impressions in the grass," he said, his fingers briefly brushing against a barely perceptible mark on the ground. Lily followed his gesture, squinting at the ground, but to her, it looked like any other patch of grass.
"Prints?" she echoed, her voice tinged with confusion. "It just looks like grass to me."
Daryl glanced back at her, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You'll get the hang of it," he said.
Lily sighed and continued to follow him, her eyes straining to see what he saw. "This reminds me of a time I got caught sneaking out. I left footprints in the mud under my window that mom noticed when she went out to garden," she said, her mind drifting back to the memory of her parents waiting up for her.
"Why didn't you swipe away the prints?" Daryl asked, his tone more curious than accusatory.
Lily shrugged, a small laugh escaping her lips. "I was 15. I wasn't thinking about it. The guy I was sneaking out to see was the only thing on my mind. You never got in trouble for sneaking out?"
Daryl's expression darkened slightly. "I never had to. Didn't ever care if I was gone," he said, his voice gruff.
Lily bit her lip, sensing the shift in his mood. She quickly changed the subject. "So, what did you do for fun?" she asked, hoping to lighten the atmosphere.
"Got into trouble," Daryl said with a shrug. "Did shit I wasn't supposed to be doing."
Lily laughed, rolling her eyes. "I don't even know why I asked. I bet you were the neighborhood menace. Was your brother around a lot?"
"You ask a lot of questions," Daryl grumbled.
"Sorry. Am I bothering you?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.
Daryl shook his head quickly. "Just never had anyone be so interested," he said, his tone softening.
"Well, maybe I just find you very interesting," she said with a smirk, watching as a faint blush crept up his neck. She fell silent again, letting him lead the way through the forest until they reached a clearing. A white farmhouse stood alone, its paint peeling and windows dusty.
"You think she's in there?" Lily asked, her voice a whisper.
"Only one way to find out," Daryl replied, raising his crossbow. They moved through the tall, overgrown grass, the old wooden porch creaking under their weight. An eerie rocking chair swayed in the breeze. Daryl tried the door, finding it locked.
