Yes, this is amother Daryl Dixon fanfiction. I apologize but I'm not ashamed of it.

So this story actually was intended to end up on here, but I couldn't wait to upload it! So here's the first chapter. It's a long one.

The fic follows the show because my imagination is somewhat limited so those who have seen the show should definitely know what going on and hopefully I've included enough for those who haven't seen the show to know what going on. I don't have an ending for the vic because the show is not over but hopefully I can keep my readers happy.

Lily Sullivan is my OC and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal her or my fic. A friend of mine had that happen to her and it was devastating.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Lily woke to darkness and constriction. Opening her eyes, she saw she was in a bedroom. By the appearance of the room, she could tell she was in a log cabin somewhere out in the woods. Somewhere she'd never been before. She also could tell that she was bound and gagged. Why? What she doing out here in this strange place? She forced herself to a sitting position to better see her surroundings. The bed was against the wall closest to the door which was on her right. In front Of her was what once used to be a window but it was all boarded up now. There was a small bedside table on her left.

There were only so many different things she could do in this situation. She could wait until her captor got back but that was not going to happen. Her other more likely option was to free herself from all this duct tape. This cabin had to have a kitchen with scissors and knives, so she opted to roll over onto the floor.

A sharp pain shot through her upper arm which caused her to emit a muffled groan. Looking towards her throbbing arm, she saw a metal door stop. What was a metal doorstop doing in the bedroom?

Just then she remembered seeing a large man in a red flannel wedging it in the door so she couldn't get out.

She forced herself against the wall and pushed up to her feet. Once there she opened the door. It was unlocked. That was almost too easy.

Peering out the door, she could see the kitchen right outside the door and to the right of the kitchen was a living room with a small fireplace, a couch, and two armchairs.

Lily sank back to the floor and began to make her way towards the kitchen. It was only when she arrived in the kitchen that she noticed all the drawers were zip tied shut preventing her from opening any. She leaned against a cabinet and sighed looking around the room.

As she sat in the kitchen, her eyes fell upon the fire stokers next to the fireplace. Heaving another sigh she began to make her way to the fireplace. It took her ten minutes to make her way to the fireplace and by that time a fine sweat had appeared on her forehead.

She was reaching for one of the fire pokers when the wood creaked outside. Her breath caught in her throat. Was it a walker? How could she forget about walkers? How much noise had she been making? She pushed herself behind one of the armchairs next to the fireplace.

The door was silent as it opened. She refused to breathe but that did not stop her from looking around the side of the chair.

He was human. He was not a walker. But he was still a stranger, an armed stranger. Her memories before waking up were still fuzzy but she remembered enough to know that this was not the man who attacked her. She craned her neck so far her feet slid out from under her causing a quiet wooshing noise. The man spun on his heels and fired an arrow at the armchair. It passed through the armchair inches from her face. She screamed. The muffled scream alerted the man that what he'd just heard was not a walker.

She heard an arrow being knocked in place as slow footsteps moved ever closer to her. With his crossbow raised he leaned around the armchair to meet her terrified gaze.

When he saw her cowering behind the chair, trussed with duck tape, he slightly lowered his crossbow.

"You bit?" His voice made her jump. "Asked ya a question. You bit?" He pointed his crossbow towards her arm.

Nervously, she stole a glance down at her arm which was now covered in blood. That's where she'd fallen on the doorstop. She shook her head no.

He grabbed her ankles and dragged her out from behind the chair. Once in front of the fireplace, he placed his bow down on the couch before leaning over to unbutton her shirt. Was he going to rape her too? She began to fight against him with whatever strength she had.

"Calm down," he hissed sitting down on her hips and continuing to unbutton her shirt. He pulled the shirt down from her shoulders exposing the bleeding arm and the tank top she wore underneath.

"Got medical supplies here?" he asked looking down at her with small eyes.

She had to steady her breathing before responding. She really had no idea if there were medical supplies here or not so she shrugged her shoulders. With a sigh, he hopped to his feet and began to free the drawers in the kitchen.

Lily watched him rummage around and she saw a dirty man wearing a grimy sleeveless muscle shirt and jeans held up by a leather belt and his long sleeve shirt. Slung over his shoulder was a string of squirrels he'd undoubtedly hunted. Sticking above the top of his boot was the hilt of a knife. He looked down at her through squinted eyes.

"You live here?"

She looked around the room once more as if seeing it for the first time and shook her head no.

"Then how did you get here?"

Again she shrugged her shoulders.

When he rummaged through the bedroom he emerged with what she could only assume was a quizzical look on his face, but it was gone quickly as he approached her again. She shied away from him despite him only trying to bandage her arm.

This wasn't how people treated each other these days. No one just asked three questions to someone who was found bound in a cabin and then fixed up their arm. It was more like shoot now and don't help at all.

Once he was done bandaging her arm, he replaced her shirt. He cast one final glance down at her before rummaging through the kitchen again where he strung food supplies on the string over his shoulder and crammed others in his pockets.

She repositioned herself to a sitting position to watch him go through the cabin one last time.

He walked over to her and took her good arm in his hand to heft her over his shoulder. With the hand not holding onto her he took his crossbow from the couch and walked outside.

"Stay quiet."

With walkers everywhere, being loud was the last thing on Lily's mind, but this man was definitely an interesting character.

They walked through the woods for twenty minutes before he slowed his pace, cut the tape from her ankles and placed her on her feet.

He took the shirt from his waist and wrapped it into a thin strand. Lily was looking around the woods and at the motorcycle when she saw him trying to blindfold her. So far he seemed to mean well so she didn't make a fuss when the world went dark, but she did gasp when he lifted her in his arms and placed her on the back of the bike.

"Bike's not really built for two, so you better hold on." She almost detected a smile in his voice.

He remained behind the bike. Lily listened to what he was doing and heard the buckle of his belt come undone. Her head snapped toward the sound. The man interpreted her jumpy movements and placed a rough hand on her shoulder.

"Calm down, sweetheart," he said almost mockingly. The tape around her wrists was abruptly severed as the man took his seat in front of her.

"Wrap your arms around me." She did as he said and to her relief he only used his belt to bind her wrists around his waist. He didn't seem to have any ulterior motives.

"It's gonna be a long trip, maybe two or three hours, so if you need something let me know or just keep it to yourself. You'll probably keep it to yourself..."

The ride started out well, the sounds of nature died away after about half an hour of riding and she could only assume that they were in the city, but the city didn't have bumpy roads. She felt herself sliding off the back of the bike and like anyone else would do she tensed. She gripped tightly to whatever was close, only a few minutes later did she realize she'd been holding tightly onto this man.

"Hey," he exclaimed quite suddenly. "If that's what you're after all you had to do was ask."

She jumped when she noticed she'd pinched her legs around him. Her hands had also clenched tightly around his waist. He laughed when she gasped and released her grip, almost slid off and returned her grip just as tightly.

"You need a break?" He felt her chin move up and down on his back and slowly moved the bike over to the side of the road.

He took her wrists in his hands and lifted them over his head and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

"Pee now."

She sat on the back of the bike for a moment as she watched him walk off to the side of the road. He looked back at her.

"Pee."

She got up and found the nearest concealing obstacle to pee behind. Everything around them was deserted and grey with the exception of the small patch of white lilies growing in the only patch of sunlight.

When she emerged again, the man was readjusting his jeans.

"You got a name?"

What kind of a stupid question was that? She nodded.

"Spell it in the dirt." She ignored his remark and walked over to the patch of lilies in the sun and nudged them with the toe of her shoe.

"Lily? Were your parents hippies?" he scoffed. "Come on. Still got a ways to go."