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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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Daryl didn’t see Lilith at all the next day, although he hadn't actively gone looking for her. He knew it was a slim chance, but part of him hoped she would show up in the evening with coffee as usual.
He stopped by the cell blocks to visit baby Judith. It seemed quiet, and when he asked where everyone one was, Carol mentioned that Maggie, Glenn, Sasha, Tyreese and Lilith had gone to clear out more of the walkers occupying the prison.
To keep himself busy, he volunteered to help out a small crew that was fortifying one of the perimeter fences, but he couldn’t get Lilith out of his mind. He winced in physical pain when he thought about the pain he must have caused her.
Working hard in the hot Georgian sun, he had plenty of time to reflect on his feelings. He couldn’t deny it any longer, he was much happier when she was around. Does this mean I love her? How do you know when you love someone?
He wasn't sure. He knew he didn’t have the skills to answer questions like this. He should talk to someone much wiser.
When the work crew knocked off for the day, Daryl went into the cell block. He found Hershel in his cell reading a medical textbook. He hovered at the door wondering how on earth to start this conversation.
Eventually, Hershel put his book down.
"Daryl," he said a little wearily. "Are you wanting to talk to me, because if not, can you move out of my light. These old eyes are struggling to read the print as it is."
Daryl moved into the cell and leaned against the far wall, opposite the older man.
"Can I ask how you feel about Maggie an' Glenn? I mean, is it worth having a relationship with the world the way it is?"
Hershel looked a little surprised.
"Well, yes, I do. Glenn is a good boy and I know he loves Maggie. There is never the wrong time for love. It's in hard times such as these that we need those connections more."
"But someone could be just pretendin' that they care, when they're really just looking for protection."
"You just have to figure out who is worth your kindness and who is just taking advantage."
Daryl chewed briefly on a non-existent nail. "How do you do that?"
Hershel stood up with the aid of his cane. "Son, a wise man said if you can find someone that can see the sorrow behind your smile, the love behind your anger, and the reason behind your silence, then they are worth your trust." He placed a hand on Daryl's shoulder, and stared at him meaningfully. "And your love," he finished.

That night, Daryl lay alone in the small office of the guard tower. He still hadn't seen Lilith since he had once again rejected her. He was worried, but tried to tell himself that someone would have said something if anyone had been injured. Or worse.
He stared at the ceiling, mulling over Hershel's words. He thought about the last angry exchange he had with Lilith. It saddened him to know she thought of herself as worthless; as damaged goods. None of what happened was her fault. When he thought about what those monsters had done to her, he wished she hadn't killed them so he could go kill them again.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed to the empty room.
That's what she was doing. He thought about the walkers at the fence he had seen her single out, only to stab in the head. They must have looked like her captors. His heart broke for her. She was still living with her nightmare, had told him that he was her only respite and he turned her away. He had to make this right.
Daryl saw life as a series of problems that needed fixing. He would look at a situation and know what needed doing, then get it done. However, this problem was so alien to him, he didn’t know where to begin.
That night, he dreamt of Lilith. He dreamt of how her warm flesh had felt under his hand, how it felt when her soft hands touched his chest, his stomach. Her touch had been gentle and loving. When she had touched his dick, it had felt like his whole world lit up like the Fourth of July. He recalled her nails gently grazing his balls, her hand moving up the shaft, and her fingers smooth across the crown.
He woke with a cry just as he came in his pants.
Daryl stepped out of the office as soon as the sunlight woke him from his fitful sleep. He had cleaned himself up last night, and laid back down, resolved to find Lilith and make things right. How he was going to do that, he hadn’t figured out yet.
He looked around the perimeter as was his habit, and his heart raced when he saw Lilith firing at the target with her bow, the familiar thud of the arrows hitting the target hitting his ears a split second later. He smiled to himself, excited and nervous and made his way out onto the enclosure.
She didn’t need the practice. They had been hunting together several times now, and he knew she was as good as him, and certainly better than anyone else he had seen with a bow.
As he got closer, he cleared his throat as he walked to her side. Another arrow landed dead centre of the target, and she cast big wounded eyes briefly in his direction as she reached into a quiver for the next shaft.
"Your aim is pretty damn good, girl," he complimented, trying to ignore the way his heart clenched every time she cast a baleful glance his way.
She didn’t respond. She nocked an arrow, and raised the bow getting ready to aim.
"Do you fancy making this shot a bit more interesting?" he asked, fiddling with the seam on his leather vest and trying to keep how nervous he was out of his voice.
He wanted to shout with joy when he saw her eyes soften, and a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips. She lowered her arm, and looked at him.
"What kinda interesting?"
"If you make that next shot a bulls-eye, you get a kiss. I'll even let you haggle over the length."
Lilith chewed her lip, trying not to smile. "OK, let's haggle."
"10 seconds," he offered.
"20."
"Make it 15," he countered, and held out his hand to shake.
She shook on the deal, and the hint of a smile broadened. The shake over, he didn’t let go of her hand, but pulled her closer to him.
"I would have gone as high as 30 if you'd pushed it," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
Lilith raised an eyebrow in surprise, and laughed gently as he released her fingers. It was the most wonderful sound he had ever heard. She raised her bow, sighted and released. Bulls-eye. He had had no doubt she would make the shot.
"Looks like I owe you a kiss then," he said stepping towards her.
She made no move towards him, but stood glaring at him challengingly, forcing him to take an extra symbolic step. He moved forward and snaked an arm around her waist quickly pulling her towards him so fast she almost fell. Once in his embrace, he rested his other hand gently against her cheek, imitating the action she had done to him, then he kissed her.
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