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Salvation	By : madnad Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8392 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I'm a no-good fuckin' idiot, he admonished himself as he stomped all over the prison the next morning looking for Lilith. He had heard her leave last night, after he slammed the door. As she did so, an inner voice was screaming at him to call after her, to beg her forgiveness, and gather her in his arms. He had ignored it, not wanting her tears to dilute his anger, an action he now deeply regretted.
He finally found her in the kitchen talking to Rick.
"It’s a great idea, Lilith, one I've been contemplating myself. I'll speak to some of the others, and see if we can't get a crew together."
Daryl saw Lilith's dark eyes dart towards him as he moved closer. "Anything I can do to help, let me know," she continued talking to their de facto leader.
"Thanks, Lilith," Rick smiled, then turned to Daryl. "Were you looking for me Daryl?"
"Er… no. I was looking for Lilith," he muttered. Lilith however, had already started walking away, and he had to run a few steps to catch her. He grabbed her arm. She stopped, and turned to him sharply with such pain in her eyes, he almost winced. She looked down at his hand and he quickly let go of her arm. Without saying a word, she started walking again.
"Lilith, we have to talk," he called after her.
She stopped and turned towards him. Her eyes narrowed, and he gulped nervously. After a quick glance around her, she stepped in close towards him. She looked pissed, and it bothered him. He expected her to shout, to rail and scream at him. Instead, she spoke with an icy calmness.
"Daryl, I would appreciate it if you could see your way to keeping the story of my recent past to yourself. As for talking… I think everything that needed saying has been said, don't you?" Not giving him a chance to respond, she continued her march outside.
He gritted his teeth in frustration. She is gonna make me chase after her, isn't she? He followed her outside, and in a few quick strides of his longer legs, he managed to step in front of her.
"I know this is a small community," she continued her calm diatribe before he had a chance to speak. "With less than fifty of us it will be difficult, but I think it's best if we just stay out of each other's way."
It distressed him that she was so pissed at him, but he was more annoyed at himself, knowing she had every right to be. She had always been so warm towards him, her cold fury and indifference now was surprising and hurtful.
Then he realised, this was how he had been treating her. How he treated everyone. She took his dirty looks and his brush-offs and ignored them, and still kept coming back. She could see his shallow defence mechanism for what it was. He felt the last of his wall crumble, along with his heart. He'd blown it.

His distress was evident. A hundred emotions flitted across his tanned and weathered face once more. Lilith couldn't keep it up any longer, and she took pity on him. Despite the heat of her rage, her glare softened.
"Look, it's as simple as this, Daryl. You either like me or you don't. It's taken me thirty-odd years to learn how to like myself. I don't have that kinda time to convince someone else."
"But why me?" he stammered.
"Because you're amazing," she smiled. "You don’t realise it, but you are. You're a survivor, you can take care of yourself. You certainly don’t need this group," she answered, waving an arm around the prison. "In situations like this, most people would think of themselves first. We are a risk to you, a burden, yet you stay, you take care of everyone. I would expect you would be much happier off on your own, eating squirrels," she chuckled.
Lilith watched as he stared silently in that intense way he had.
"You're wrong," he answered finally. "I do need this group."
She placed her hand in his, and surprisingly he didn’t pull away. Lilith smiled, and shaking her head, she laughed softly.
"It is just my luck that it took the end of humanity—a fucking apocalypse no less—for me to find the man of my dreams."
They spent the afternoon hunting, and managed to bag several rabbits, and even a wild pig.
"I need to tell Rick where we found this pig." She announced as Daryl bent down to pull out the bolt he shot it with.
"Why?" he asked as he squinted up at her.
"I was talking to him earlier and said that the constant raids on the town and surrounding area is impractical long term. It's dangerous for our people. We should look at being more self-sustaining."
"You wanna keep pigs?" he laughed as he stood.
"Yes. Why not? They're easy to look after, breed like… well rabbits," she laughed as she lifted up the brace in her left hand. "That, and we grow a few crops. Some fresh fruit and vegetables are essential. If we don't, people are going to start getting ill."
Daryl glanced at the pig, and handed her his bow. "I guess I'm carrying this back then?" he moaned, as he hoisted the large animal onto his back. It was an adolescent, but still must have weighed about 80lb.
Lilith smiled at him, admiring the way his muscular arms flexed as he adjusted the beast.
"What?" he asked warily.
"Nothin'," she grinned. "I'm just checking out the arm porn." She continued to giggle to herself as Daryl shook his head and started heading back to the vehicle, but she saw that he was smiling as he moved ahead.
"Next time anyone is in town, we need to find some saltpetre and lots and lots of salt." Lilith announced as they drank their usual late night coffee.
"What for?" Daryl replied looking confused.
"Bacon!" she gushed.
He chuckled at the drooling face she pulled, a sound that was so rare from him, it didn't fail to tighten the depths of her stomach. She had been devastated at his rejection of her yesterday following her confession. He had appeared contrite this morning, and she felt it was a good sign he had sought her out.
His skin looked incredibly dark in the fading light, but his eyes were bright and sparkled, and he appeared to be relieved at her clemency. She had more or less declared her feelings for him earlier that day, but she still had no real idea how he felt about her. She prayed the fact he seemed happy in her company was a positive indication.
She reached over, and cautiously took his hand in hers. His smile briefly faltered, before returning along with a slight blush to his cheeks.
"Today was a good day," she declared keeping her hand firmly in his. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and was pleased when he returned the pressure.
"It was," he agreed.
Lilith realised that Daryl would never make any moves, it all had to come from her. She just had to make sure that this time she went at a pace he was comfortable with.
She stood up, her coffee finished, but she kept hold of his hand and pulled on it until he stood too. Silently, she led him into the small office, and closed the door. She pressed herself against him, and smiled as he audibly gulped.
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