My Dads name is Rick.

On the road again

Arielle's P.O.V

"Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave. Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale. He'd be looking at me with that look he had. We've all seen it, one time or another. I couldn't always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us... the truth. Who we really are. In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken. The best way to honor him, is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together. Stop feeling sorry for ourselves and take control, of our lives... our safety... our future. We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong. From now on, we're gonna do it his way. That is how we honor Dale."

Dad's speech put a faint smile on my face and a tear in my eye.

Hershel decides he wants us to move into the house.

I pack my things up. As I exit my tent I bump into someone.

"Ow shit. Sorry," I mutter. I look up to see a smirking Daryl. "Eh, it's just you. Sorry, not sorry," I smirk back, earning a scoff from him.

I go to push past him but he quickly grabs a hold of my waist and spins me around.

"Yer stuff, goes next ta mine," Daryl firmly tells me.

"Is your stuff clean?" I ask.

"Nope. Covered in squirrel guts and blood," he shrugs, bringing my body flush with his.

"Just the way I like it," I smile, scrunching my nose.

He lowers his lips to mine but just as quickly as we connect he pulls away. A prominent smirk plastered on his face.

"Later. Yer stuff, with mine," he says, picking up one of my bags and his.

"Alrighty Mr," I retort, as I swing my bag at him which hits his ass.

"Watch it," he warns, trying to not laugh.

We head towards the house.

"Arielle can I talk to you?" Dad says.

"I got it," Daryl says, grabbing my bag out of my hands. Earning a smile and a nod from dad.

"Thanks," I reply, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. Knowing he's not very comfortable with PDA.

I walk with dad over to one of the pick up trucks.

"So you and Daryl huh?" Dad smiles.

"Oh my! Was it that obvious," I sarcastically gasp, "well I'll be."

"Oh cut it out Arielle," Dad chuckles, giving me a playful push. "I'm gonna take Daryl with me to get rid off Randall. I want you to help Hershel keep an eye on things and everyone around here. You're very headstrong and smart. You get things done," Dad adds.

"You want me to keep an eye on Shane huh?" I stop, placing my hand on my hip.

"You're the best person for it. You know Shane. Well. I think you can keep him in control. So will you. Please?" Dad asks.

"Of course I will dad. You don't have to worry at all," I reassure him.

"That's my girl," dad grins, hugging me tightly.

Later that day...

"What's wrong?" I ask T.

"Ellie, he's missing. Randall's missing," T stresses.