Loud Silence Daryl x deaf reader

15. Fair trial

"Man why the hell we out here anyway, can't we just shoot him and go"

"No! That's not how we do things Shane"

"We are still people who have morals, and have a sence of humanity. I'm not gonna lose that over this boy"

"You tried to kill me earlier, what happened?"

Shane was silent for awhile wanting to change the subject

"What is y/n to you. Cause ever since you've been in this group she always tagged along, why is that."

Rick knew he was avoiding his question, but he didn't know how to really answers Shane's either.

"She saved my life Shane, she brought me back to my wife and son. She even went to go look for Merle even though she wasn't very fond of him but she did anyway. Hell when I first met everyone and Andrea had a gun to my face she stood Infront of me.. protected me. What I'm saying is that she's a very strong, kind, selfless, motherly, caring woman. I owe alot to her, and I consider her as a part of my family."

All Shane did was sit in the passengers seat looking out the window.

~~~~End of flashback~~~~

Daryl takes another harsh punch to Randall.

Another one "argh"

"Owww"

And then another one

Spits out blood "I told you" Randell tries to sit up after getting punched about 3 times before getting punched again.

"You did'n tell me shit!" Daryl grabs Randell and harshly pushes him again the barn wall.

Out of breathe "I-I hardly knew those guys. met 'em on the road."

"How many in your group?"

Daryl was getting really pissed off that he wasn't answering and he knew that y/n was going to be a little upset at what he was doing, but he was doing this to protect the group. Mostly for you.

Daryl pulls out his knife

"Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on, man."

"How many?!"

Daryl barley has the tip of his knife where it is starting to scab.

"Uh, 30-- 30. 30 guys."

"Where"

"Uh... I don't know. I swear. We were never anyplace more than a night."

"Scouting? Planning on staying local?"

"I-- I don't know. They-- they left me behind."

"Did you ever pick off a scab?"

"Come on, man! I'm-I'm trying to cooperate."

Y/n couldn't help but stare deep at the farm knowing Daryl was in there with the boy. Earlier he had told you he was going to have a chat with him, but you sort of had an idea that is was probably just Daryl going to inflict some pain on him.

"Is there a plan? We gonna keep him here?"

"We'll know soon enough." Rick points his nose seeing Daryl walk towards them. You quickly stand up at the sight of Daryl not even once has his presence ever failed to amaze you.

"Boy there's got a gang, 30 men. They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they're gonna-- They're gonna wish they were."