Dead or alive, I love you

2.11 judge, jury, executioner

Genny sits in a chair at their camp under a blanket, Glenn stands next her before handing her tea. "So, what you gonna do? We'd all feel better if we knew the plan," Lori asks poring tea for Carl.

"Is there a plan?" Andrea asks walking up to stand next carol.

"We gonna keep him here?" Glenn asks as Genny sips her tea looking at the ground.

She has dark circles under her eyes and her slightly tanned skin is way to pale. Glenn puts his hand on her shoulder as Daryl walks up to the group.

"We'll know soon enough," Rick says as everybody looks at Daryl.

"Boy there's got a gang, 30 men. They got heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. Our women, they're gonna..." Daryl pauses and looks at Genny who looks up at him, "they're gonna wish they were." He says.

"I'm gonna lie down," Genny whispers getting up.

Maggie rushes to help her and Genny lets her. Over the last two weeks Daryl and Genny have had little to no contact since she found out that Glenn told him.

Maggie lies her down in the rv and sits on the bed as she puts a blanket over Genny. "You need me to stay?" She asks.

Genny shakes her head, "I'll be fine." She says barely hearable.

Maggie nods before she walks out of the rv. "How's she doin?" Daryl asks outside.

Maggie sighs, "she just needs time." She says before walking away.

Genny closes her eyes as she hears Daryl's heavy footsteps. Daryl sighs sitting down on the other bed, "I know you're awake, but you just don't want to talk or look at me. That's okay, I respect that." He says playing with his fingers.

"Then leave," she mumbles looking at him.

"I'm gonna tell you a story," he says looking at her.

She sighs looking at him. "I'm not in the mood for a story," she says turning around to face the wall.

"I knew a boy, he lived in the mountains of Georgia, his mom was a drug addict and his dad was a drunk. His mom killed herself by lighting up the damn house. His older brother, he left because of his dad. The dad, he would hit the boy. He would make the boy strip from his shirt and beat him with a belt until he bled. Then, he would kick the boy to his room and lock him in. He would starve the boy for weeks," he takes a deep breath as Genny turns to him and gets up.

She looks at him before slapping him across the cheek. "What happened to me doesn't compare with your sad childhood. Parents suck, especially when they let their friend rape you and force you to have his child," she says through her teeth with tears in her eyes.

He grabs her wrists as she tries to hit him again. "What I'm saying is that we both have shit we are workin on. I ain't comparing pasts because you would win that argument. I am here for you, because I love you, Genevive. Im here, by your side every fight on the way to healin," he says looking her in the eyes.

She opens her mouth shocked, 'I'm here for you, because I love you,' before freeing her wrists. "I don't need your help," she says laying back down.

Dale sits down next Genny on top of the rv as she's glaring at Daryl who walks around camp doing daily chores. "You okay?" He asks.

"No," she sighs drinking her tea.

"Did you tell him?" He asks.

She sighs looking at the ground, "Glenn did." She mumbles angry.

"I remember when I met you two in the hospital. You were just getting back on your feet and Glenn was this 9 year old hyperactive boy, he ran circles around you as you walked the hallways. My wife, she loved seeing you two around and you were always so kind to us," he chuckles and she takes his hand smiling herself.

"She would've been a great mom," she smiles.

"I think she would have wanted you to be with Daryl. He's good for you, you're good for him. Don't hold back and talk to him, open up to him just like he tries with you," he says wiping away a tear that has fallen from her eye.

"He told me he loved me," she sighs letting his hand go.

"You say it back?" He asks.

"God, no. I don't know if I feel the same," she says softly looking at Daryl.

"But you do feel the same. You love him, and he loves you," dale smiles.

"Maybe," she mumbles looking at Daryl as he ruffles Carl's hair.

Dale smiles at her and kisses her temple. "Always do what feels right for you, kiddo," he says before climbing down the rv.