Daryl's Girl

Chapter 41

We were half way down the yard when we stopped and the sound of an engine filled the air. The car that Rick and Shane had taken was rolling down the drive way and up to the house and, without realizing, I turned around to find Daryl was no longer next to me. Instead, he was making his way back towards the house, following the car. I decided to do the same, jogging to catch up, but I couldn't shake the sudden unsettled feeling that washed over me. Something didn't feel right.

As we neared, Rick stepped out first and looked towards us. He shook his head and that was when Shane dragged Randall out of the trunk. "I thought you were getting rid?" Daryl snapped.

"Yeah...I'm taking the night. We'll call a meeting tomorrow morning." Rick muttered looking over at Shane and then back to us. The two of them wearing a fair share of cuts over their faces. I knew it. Things never turn out the way you want them to. "Daryl." He continued, gesturing towards him. Daryl nodded and I knew what it meant, so leaving them to talk in private, I made my way back over to the gate and into the field. 

This had Shane written all over it. It was his way or the high way and you had to be either blind or stupid enough not to see it. Whatever happened out there, the reason why it went wrong, it had to be because of him. Whether Rick wanted to admit it or not. It wasn't like I could do or say to change anything and if I did, who'd believe me?

Instead, I just walked on, alone, back towards Daryl's tent and went inside. I took off my shoes and slid my gun and knife from my belt. Looking at it, it was then I remembered I had no bullets. I'd used what I'd had back on the highway when I helped Briana and hadn't given it a seconds thought. 

I leaned over to where I knew Daryl had a couple stored and reloaded it. Hoping he wouldn't mind me taking them. There weren't many after all.

Once done, I lay down on the sleeping bag and Daryl came in a couple minutes after. I looked up at him and he took his crossbow from his shoulder and placed it in the corner. "What did Rick want?" I asked.

"Wants me to talk to the kid. Get him to tell me where his group are." 

"Did he say what happened out there?" My curiosity growing as the words left my mouth, hoping he had the answers.

"Shane." That was all he needed to say. "Shit went down. He started a fight with Rick, wanting to kill the kid, and bought the geeks down on 'em."

I nodded, showing that I understood and lay my head back down frustratedly. I knew it. It had to be something to do with him. It always does. "So we're back to square one?"

"Yeah." Daryl nodded, walking over, laying next to me. He then put his arm over my shoulder and we lay there for a while. The sun slowly starting to set before I slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

I woke up the next morning to find Daryl was gone. It confused me for a moment in my sleepy state, but then I remembered Rick had wanted him to speak to Randall, to hopefully get some answers. Maybe that's where he was. He probably didn't want to wake me so I didn't think much of it. I just put my shoes on and slid my gun and knife back into my belt.

I made my way out of the tent and looked towards the house. I couldn't see anyone to begin with, but as I got closer I could see them all gathered around the other side of the RV. I walked over and stood next to Briana just in time to see Daryl emerge from the barn, where Randall was being held.

There was blood over Daryl's knuckles and on his wrist as he walked over to us. "Boy says he got a gang. Thirty men. They got heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. If they roll through here our boys are dead and our women are gonna wish they were." He told us.

"What did you do?" I asked, although I kind of already knew the answer. I just didn't agree.

"Had a little chat." He replied and came to stand next to me.