Stars and Scars [D.Dixon fic] TWD

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The next morning the group were gathered at the camp discussing what their plans were going to be concerning Randall. Rick had asked Daryl to go interrogate the boy.

"So what you gonna go?" Lori asked her husband as she poured a cup of coffee handing it to her sister in law who gladly accepted it "We'd all feel better if we knew the plan"

"Is there a plan?"

"We gonna keep him here?" Glenn asked his gaze turning to Cassie who simply shrugged her shoulder before taking a long sip of the hot liquid.

"We'll know soon enough" Rick told them nodding his head slightly causing everyone to turn towards the sound of footsteps approaching. The footsteps belonged to Daryl who was returning to the group after his interrogation.

"Boy theres got a gang, 30 men. They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. They roll through here out boys are dead. And our women they're gonna wish they were" Daryl told them. His eyes lingered on Cassie with his final sentence and when she met his gaze she saw the anger in his eyes. Her eyes traveled to see his bloody knuckles gripping the strap of his crossbow tightly.

"What did you do?" Cassie asked him causing Daryl to glance down to his own knuckles.

"Had a little chat" was all Daryl told her to which she nodded her head. She knew what he meant and she understood why he did it. She noticed Carol turn away from the sight of Daryl's knuckles and Dale had a look of horror on his face at the sight of the blood that coated the rednecks knuckles.

"No one goes near this guy" Rick told them.

"Rick what should we do?" Cassie asked her brother walking over to him so they were stood side by side.

"We have no choice he's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat"

"Your just gonna kill him?" Dale asked in disgust.

"It's settled I'll do it today" Rick decided and with that the group split apart.

Cassie ran into the rv quickly grabbing some supplies from the first aid kit and stuffing them in her her pockets as she picked her mug up again.

Once she left the rv she looked around to see Daryl walking towards his camp so she ran carefully so as not to spill the contents of her mug to catch up with him.

"Dare!" She called causing him to stop and turn. She waved one of the packs of bandages in the air causing him to understand so he stood and waited for her to catch up. "You gonna let me patch you up?" She asked to which Daryl nodded.

Once they reached Daryl's camp he put his crossbow down by the brick wall taking off his long sleeved over shirt and his winged jacket. Cassie had taken a seat on the grass nearby making sure everything was ready as Daryl approached her and sat down opposite her.

She unscrewed the bottle of water she had pouring some onto a cloth and a bit on Daryl's hand. "This'll hurt like a bitch" she told him as she began gently dab in his hand cleaning it whilst trying to be gentle. "What did he say to you?" Cassie asked the question that had been on her mind ever since Daryl returned from the shed.