Lilia, the best female Dixon you could ever come across. When she stared into the mirror every morning, there was no need for her to practise her stone-set look that could intimidate a guy to their knees, so her father says.

A sweetheart curl to her smile stuck around the people she loved, including Carl whom she's adored ever since this whole outbreak occurred.

She wore a battered cargo jacket which Daryl took once from a store when he went out on a scavenge once, she's never stopped wearing it since and thankfully it still fits, it's dark green colour compared to her eyes was a similarity anyone could notice.

Her hand reached towards to her chest as she trailed along the small heart shaped necklace she's been wearing since forever, that belonged to her mother before she passed away. 'Luckily she never had to experience the horrors of this apocalypse,' Lilia thought.

Staring at it through the mirror, it's cold feeling still lingering as she let it go. It was one of the tings she treasured most, the next thing was her group... or you could say 'her family' as she liked to call it.

She first met Rick when he discovered his family was in the group she was already in with her dad and uncle Merle. They got along nicely when he found out she was friends with his son Carl, whom they certainly been sharing a closer bond with lately.

Rick took over the role of her uncle when Merle was gone. The name 'uncle Rick' just stuck after the disaster at the prison and he saved her life.

But this time it isn't Lilia's life that needs possible saving, its Maggie's. She's been having trouble with the baby, so a plans been made to transport her to Hilltop. We're going on a wild adventure.

"I'm coming with." I say running up to Rick.