My Dads name is Rick.

I killed a guy, but I'm not another Shane

Arielle's P.O.V

It's been three days since bringing Randall back.

Shane's gone quite insane. He wants to kill Randall. As do I, but Shane is an absolute fanatic. To be honest, I find it quite hilarious that he's a bald headed physco. It's funny!

Daryl doesn't want me outta his sight even though he's moved like a town away from us. We've gotten closer too! I'm suprised he enjoys my company. I'm happy.

Maggie and I are quite close. She appreciates that I went with her dad the other day and taking a bullet for Glenny.

T is another one who wants me in his sight 24/7. He waits on me like I'm a queen even though I joke at him to get a hobby. He does it outta kindness and love. I'd hate to lose my T.

I found out yesterday mom was pregnant. I was the LAST to know. Which fucked me right off.

Bethy's recovering aswell. She's going to be fine.

Today they're going to decide whether to kill Randall or not.

Daryl and I sit at his camp
around the unlit fire as he widdles away at sticks while I watch.

"I killed a guy," I blurt out.

Daryl gazes up at me.

"What?"

"I. Killed. A. Guy. One of Randall's friends," I mutter.

"Good. Better them than you," Daryl says.

"Exactly what I thought... but Daryl did I do something wrong?" I ask.

"What do ya mean?" Daryl counter questions, looking up at me.

"Glenny. He's being avoiding me since Hatlin's," I sigh.

"Probably embarresed fer freezing before almost gettin' shot and you havin' ta save his life,"
Daryl shrugs.

"Why?" I ask, "I just have a quick reflex."

"Dunno. Probably feels like shit fer almost gettin' ye killed," Daryl says. "So he fuckin' should," he mumbles.

"Daryl... it's not his fault. He's my best friend. My brother. I love him. I took a bullet for Carl. I took one for him and I'd do it again and die smiling," I reply.

"Yer kind, sweet, creepy, weird and stupud at the same time," Daryl comments.

"And that's why you love me," I grin.

"Woah now darlin'! No need ta be jumpin' the gun," Daryl says.

"Don't go denying it Daryl," I smirk.

"Hey, yer my girl. There's no denyin' that," Daryl replies, getting up to put his jacket on.

"Ah... Did I hear that right?" I ask standing up, facing his back. "Did Daryl Dixon just call me his girl?" I gasp.

"Yeah so what?" Daryl shrugs as he turns around, placing his hands on my waist pulling me closer. I wrap my arms and his neck as he rests his forehead on mine.

"Yer a stubborn, stupid, crazy, smartass, childish, smart, beautifully stunning lil bitch," Daryl says.

"Uh thanks... Nicest backhanded compliment I've ever had," I reply.

"Yeah, but ye love it," Daryl's low raspy voice whispers.

He kisses me roughly but sweetly. I deepen the kiss by slightly parting my lips allowing his tounge to move freely with mine. He softly bites my lip, causing me to chuckle and pull away.