❝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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Bored out of his mind, Daryl lay on a cot in his tent outside, using an arrow to poke small holes in the mosquito netting above him. Hearing the familiar sound of a zipper being pulled, he turned his head to see Lily walking in, a slight limp noticeable in her step. "Hey pumpkin, you busy?" she asked with a playful smile, continuing to walk in as he rolled his eyes at the nickname and shook his head. He moved over slightly on the cot to make room for her to sit next to him.
"How's your ankle?" he asked, his concern evident even through his gruff tone.
"Well, my dreams of getting into USC are crushed," she sighed dramatically, lowering herself onto the cot beside him. "Coach says I may never play again."
Daryl let out a snort, shaking his head at her sarcasm.
"It's fine," she reassured him, her tone becoming more serious. "Luckily, I didn't mess it up too bad. I can walk on it without it screaming at me. And I'm sorry if Sutton was bothering you last night. I told her to let you rest."
"It's alright. Kept reading those magazines to me," he replied with a small shrug.
Lily laughed, the sound light and genuine. "You're lucky. Beth found these old Where's Waldo books for her, and she was doing that all morning. If I had to help her look for that bastard one more time, I was gonna shoot myself in the head."
Daryl chuckled quietly at her choice of words, appreciating the humor despite the dire circumstances. "Where's she now?" he asked, referring to Sutton.
"Feeding chickens with Carl now that he's back on his feet," she said, her eyes flicking to his bandaged wounds. "How're you feeling?"
"'Bout as good as I look," he mumbled, glancing down at himself.
"Well, I think you look pretty good," she smirked before showing him a small container filled with fresh bandages and antiseptic supplies. "Hershel said you gotta change your bandages. He's still pretty upset about you takin' his horse, so I offered to do it. But I can go get him if you want."
Daryl was quick to shake his head. "Nah, you can do it."
Lily nodded, scooting closer to him so she could reach the bandages. His shirt was already unbuttoned due to the heat, making it easier for her to carefully peel back the soiled gauze. "Shane and Andrea went out to check this housing development close to where you found Sophia's doll. It's less creepy than that old farmhouse, so she might be holed up there."
"Yeah. Maybe they'll have a better chance of finding her than me," he said, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice.
"Why? You've done more trying to find her than anyone else has. You nearly died trying to find her," she told him, her tone firm as she cleaned the wound before applying a fresh bandage. Daryl didn't say anything, unable to accept the praise, as she moved closer to change the dressing on his head.
