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Salvation	By : madnad Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: The Walking Dead universe & Daryl Dixon belongs wholly to Kirkman/AMC. Original character Lilith belongs to me. I make no money from writing of this story and it is strictly for entertainment purposes only. Do Not Repost elsewhere without permission

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This story is set following the events of series 3. I have tried to stay on canon, and hopefully, portray Daryl as realistically as possible. Baring this in mind, please note that the sex in the story does not happen until several chapters in, so if you want a quick stroke story, this isn't it. Please forgive any syntax errors in Daryl's dialogue, I am English not American, but have tried to be as authentic as possible. If you read and enjoy, I would really appreciate it if you could take a second to rate and review.

Lilith made her way into the large austere prison along with the rest of the Woodbury refugees. They were mostly children and the elderly, or those that had been too ill for Philip Blake to include them in his ill-fated crusade.
The prison was eerie, like a giant mausoleum, their footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. Stark grey walls surrounded her, with high-up reinforced glass windows flooding the room with the last of the day's light. The cell block they were in had two levels of cells with a railing around the second level. She tried not to think about the number of biters that could be aroming about the rest of this place, although they had been assured that this block was clear and secure.
There was very little room, so everyone had to crowd into whatever corner or space they could find. Never thought I would end up in prison, she thought to herself, trying to find some humour in this desperate situation, and trying to ignore the anxiety rising at the claustrophobic situation.
She had arrived in Woodbury four months earlier, found by a young couple, Kent and Sarah who had lost their lives in the recent battle. She had been in a pretty bad state when they came across her, beaten and bloody, staggering through the Georgian wilderness. Along with a broken collarbone, she had been starving and severely dehydrated. They had almost shot her as a biter.
They tended her wounds, and gave her food and much needed medical attention. She had been released from the town's make-shift hospital with her arm in a sling, and moved in with Kent and Sarah until a place of her own could be found. She had not yet been declared fit for any security detail as the Governor, as he liked to call himself, had been too busy picking a fight and he liked to approve of each and every soldier personally. She had only met him on two occasions while she was in hospital, but had quietly considered him unstable. He had a demeanour that was too calm, too controlled. The world had gone to shit, and as far as she was concerned no one should look that calm. Woodbury had felt as much a prison as the concrete maze surrounding her.
'The Others', as the group that lived in the prison had been known to the residents of Woodbury, were proving to be anything but the monsters that they had been painted. They had offered them shelter, protection and a share of their meagre resources. Their leader, Rick, looked haggard, dark circles under his eyes, and several days' worth of stubble graced his chin. The burden of grief weighed heavy on his shoulders. His clothes were dirt-stained, and he looked like he hadn’t slept for a week. Every torturous moment of his life since the world changed was etched on his face. There were whispers among the other refugees that he was as unstable as the Governor had been. Lilith didn’t seem to think this was true. He could have left them all to the mercy of the biters, or their psychotic ex-leader. The strain on his face showed that he actually cared, if anything, maybe a little too much. Everything he had achieved had cost him dearly. Despite the mammoth responsibility he was taking on, she trusted he would do what was best for these people.
She watched as Rick climbed half way up the stairs to address the crowd. She saw that Rick's two lieutenants flanked him. On his left was a young Asian guy, who looked pretty beaten up but still kept his head high and an eye on the pretty brunette at his side. The other was a dark-blond slim guy dressed in leather. He had a crossbow in his hand and a chip on his shoulder, and gave off a very definite 'don't fuck with me' vibe. She watched as he scanned the group of refugees with narrow cautious eyes, and Lilith felt that he wasn’t particularly happy about Rick's decision, but he supported it.
She recognised both of them as they had recently been 'guests' of the Governor. She had been told by one of the other refugees that the archer was the younger brother of Merle Dixon, someone she had had the misfortune to run into in her brief time in Woodbury. A more unpleasant man she had never come across. She prayed that this younger sibling was not as vile, or living here could become extremely complicated.
"Please, if I could just have a moment of your time, folks." The noise of the crowd quickly died down, all eyes turned towards the Deputy.
"I can't say that living here will be easy, but my people have worked hard to clear the areas we use of walkers. You're all welcome to use Cell Block D which is clear, but may be a little crowded to start with. With more people, we're going to need more space. That means that we're going to have to clear more of the prison of walkers. Over the next few days, I want to talk to each and everyone one of you, and find out what your skills are, your strengths. This will be no free ride through the apocalypse. Everyone here will be expected to contribute to this community in some way. I want to know immediately if you have any medical, military or law enforcement training. For everyone else, there will be plenty to do - cooking, cleaning, child care etcetera." His keen blue eyes scanned the crowd, his face straight and serious, he added, "Anyone not willing to pull their weight can leave now."
He jumped down, and headed outside. Lilith looked at the people around her as a wave of muttering spread throughout the gathered refugees. This mixture of ages and races could be all that was left of humanity. Too many of them looked stunned by Rick's demands.
Lilith took a deep breath. This was a new chapter of her life, it was time that she stopped wallowing in the past and try to make something of her future, so she headed outside to speak to her new leader.

Out in the dry and dusty yard Rick was talking to one of his people, an elder gentleman with wild white hair and one leg missing below the knee. As she approached, she heard Rick telling him that the young red-haired woman whose shoulder he had a hand on, had done a year in med school. He nodded at the woman, and patted her on the back and left the two to talk.
"Er… Hi, Rick," Lilith held out her hand before he moved past. "My name is Lilith and I want to volunteer to help with the biter… er walker situation if I can."
She watched as Rick quickly looked her up and down. Lilith was in her late thirties, and at 5'8" she was taller than most women. In her old life, she liked to keep fit by running and working out at the gym, and although she was not as fit as she could be due to her prolonged hospitalisation, she was still in reasonable shape. Her long dark hair was swept back and fastened in a low and practical ponytail. Dark brown eyes in a lightly tanned face stared eagerly at the deputy. "Do you have any weapons training?" he asked, as he shook her hand firmly.
"Some knife throwing skills, but I have experience with a bow, although I haven’t shot for a while so I maybe a little rusty," she trailed off.
"You a hunter then?"
"Er… no. It was a hobby. Target archery. But I've done a few competitions…"
"Where are you from, Lilith?" he interrupted, her accent clearly not American.
"England. Nottingham to be precise."
He smiled a little, and nodded. "Go and talk to Daryl Dixon about equipment, and maybe some training." He placed a hand on her shoulder, and held her gaze for a second. "Thank you," and then he was gone, off to talk to others.
Lilith took a deep breath and approached Daryl. She could tell by his expression she didn’t need to explain. He had heard everything she had said to Rick. Up close he wasn't as tall as she had first thought, maybe a few inches taller than her, but his lithe build and broad shoulders made him look taller. Despite his slender frame, muscular arms protruded from his sleeveless shirt. They were tanned and a little grubby, and glistened with a light sheen of sweat.
"So, Robin Hood," he sneered. "What kinda bow do you shoot?"
"Recurve, barebow," she answered.
Blue eyes squinted at her through a cloud of fragrant smoke from a freshly lit roll-up. He had a long straight nose, and patchy facial hair around his chin. As he exhaled smoke in her direction, she noticed he had a small mole on the right of his top lip. "Crossbows are better," he sneered. "Even compound is better than recurve."
Lilith shook her head. "Not for me, I don’t like compound bows. The sighted shots are limiting. Recurve is much more flexible, more instinctual," she replied confidently. "And crossbows don’t require much skill."
She noted that he raised an eyebrow at her little dig, but he deserved it. It wasn't the first time someone had thought to they were clever calling her Robin Hood.
"You ever kill anything with your bow?" he asked.
She swallowed, and after a moment's consideration, answered quietly. "No, just target shooting."
Daryl barked a short laugh full of derision, and shook his head, "Be ready first light tomorrow. We're taking a run into the nearby town to pick up supplies. There's a sporting supplies store there. You can get yourself some equipment." He slung his crossbow onto his shoulder and walked off heading towards the nearby guard tower, leaving Lilith stood alone in the yard.
She sighed. "OK then," she muttered to herself, and headed back inside to claim a bunk.
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