forbidden love | daryl dixon

Part 5

Lily assumed she got knocked out because when she woke up the only thing she saw was the trees above her blowing in the wind. Maybe she died and this was heaven. Maybe for once in my life she could just breathe and not be on constant alert. That's when she heard it, careless feet dragging, groans and moans coming from the dead. She wasn't in Heaven, she was in Hell for sure.

She jumped up from her laying position in the grass to on her feet. There were two walkers coming from the forest and a few trailing behind them in the distance. Dwight was nowhere to be seen and neither was Daryl's cross bow or motorcycle. He must of ran off after he attacked her, what a coward, Lily thought.

She quickly picked up her abandoned pack and grabbed her combat knife from her hip. She stood her ground as the walkers got closer. One was a male and snarled his half gone mouth at her, ready to eat her flesh.

She waited until he got close enough to her and moved swiftly to the left, causing him to fall to the ground like a dead weight. Her knife entered his brain with ease as the other female walker lunged.

Quickly, she backed up but somehow her feet got tangled under her and she fell to her back. The breath got knocked out of her as she scrambled away from the walker now crawling towards her.

She kicked at its head, hoping its face would cave in from the force. It was a new walker and it's skin hadn't deteriorated enough for that to happen. The kick slowed its movements for a moment, giving her time to get on her feet and plant her foot on its back. Like she did with the other walker, she entered her knife to its brain and stopped it's movements completely.

Out of breath, she looked around to see if there were anymore of the walking dead. She could spot three more in the forest, but she could easily out run them. The truck was still hidden under the tree and she had no other option but to take it.

She felt bad for Daryl, leaving him with no vehicle. Maybe she find him on the way, or he'd find her.

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For two days, she was on her own. It was the longest 24 hours of her life. After spending so long surrounded by people and guarded walls around her at all times, Lily had taken it for granted.

In the first few hours, she had ran out of gas and was on foot. She handed passed a house or any sense of civilization for miles. With a sigh, she put on her backpack and stuck to the roads. She stopped in short intervals to rest, a trick her old group had found out worked best in the Georgia heat. In the times when she let her mind wander, it always went back to Daryl. She constantly thought of what could have happened to him.

Part of her hoped that he killed Dwight and took back his bike and crossbow. Another part thought the opposite, that Dwight had took him back to the Sanctuary.

She didn't like the second thought and it made her sick to her stomach to think of Daryl back in that hell. He might not have been the best person to be held up with, but at least she felt safe around him.

As the first night came upon her, she began to search for a place to hold up. She found an open pasture with trees 20 or 30 feet away from her. She made some make shift traps out of chicken wire and empty cans from her lunch, and tied them around her "camp".

She started a small fire and wished so badly she had some of Daryl's fresh caught squirrel. Wow, She thought to herself, never thought I'd say that.

She tried to rest, using her backpack as a pillow and her wool jacket as a cover. The fire managed to keep her warm, even as it slowly went out.

She managed to drift to sleep for a few hours before waking up to shuffling in the woods. She slept with her hand on her knife, gripping the metal with her bare skin. She quickly sat up at the sound, holding the knife out in front of her. Thinking it was walkers, she quickly stomped out her fire. The moon was bright tonight and it shined its light down on her.

Circling around her now put out fire, she looked for where the noise came from. The set traps hadn't went off so it could have been an animal. The rustling stopped, but she felt an easy weight lay over her. She didn't go back to sleep that night, she stayed awake till sunrise and started her trip back on the road.

Halfway through day two, she stopped completely. Not from exhaustion or from dehydration, even though those two things had cause for her decision. She stopped because she was leaving behind the only friend she had, Daryl.

He truly was the only person left in her life who didn't use, hurt or leave her. In fact, she left him. What a shitty person she was to do that.

So on day two, when the sun was at its highest point in the sky, she made her way back to Daryl.