❝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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When Daryl, Rick, and T-Dog returned to the cell block, Lily was busy arranging their belongings in their room. She had made a conscious decision to settle in, transforming their space into something that resembled a home. With walls and fences and a patch of land for a garden, it was an odd but promising setup.
"Hey. Good news, Hershel's awake. Officially not a walker," Lily said as Daryl sank onto the floor opposite their bed, leaning against the wall in exhaustion. "What happened?" she asked, her eyes scanning his weary face.
"Tomas is dead," Daryl replied with a stark indifference. His tone carried no trace of remorse, his emotions hardened by the grim realities they faced.
"You killed him?" Lily inquired, though she wasn't exactly surprised. She knew that Daryl's actions were often dictated by circumstances.
"Nah, Rick did. After he killed Big Tiny. We had to leave Andrew with the walkers, so he's probably gone too," Daryl explained.
Lily's eyebrows knitted together as she processed the information, her mind racing with questions about the chaos that had unfolded in their absence.
"What about the other two? Oscar and Axel?" she asked.
"They've got their own cell block. Shouldn't be messin' with us," Daryl said, offering a hint of reassurance.
Lily crawled over to him, taking his hand in hers. She sat down in front of him, her eyes filled with concern. "You alright?" she asked softly.
Daryl nodded, though his fatigue was evident. "Just fuckin' exhausted. Feel like I could sleep for days," he confessed, rubbing his eyes.
Lily let out a small, understanding laugh. "Come here," she said, pulling him towards the mattress. She lay down first and then guided him to rest on top of her, his head nestled against her chest.
"I was thinking," she began, her fingers running through his hair soothingly. "I could really fix it up in here. Make it look nice."
"Yeah? You gonna find some fancy pillows and shit?" Daryl teased, though there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
Lily laughed, playfully tugging on his hair. "Don't be a dick. I'm serious. Maggie and I were thinking of running into the nearest town. Bringing back more sheets, more everything. We could actually decorate. Make it look nice."
"Like your old place? Shit was fancy as hell," Daryl remarked.
"I'm not a miracle worker, but maybe something like that," Lily said, shaking her head as if second-guessing her own enthusiasm. "I don't know, I just figured we could have a place that was just... ours."
"That's probably stupid considering we have like a million roommates," she added, her tone tinged with self-doubt.
"Nah, it's not stupid," Daryl said, shifting so he could look at her. He propped himself up, his gaze meeting hers. "What do you want? Curtains and shit?"
