That Valley Girl || Daryl Dixon

[ 022 ] Mockingbird

"So what'cha gonna do?" Lori asked Rick. She was kneeling in front of the small fire we had going on, boiling water. "We'd all feel better if we knew the plan."

"Is there a plan?" Andrea questioned.

"We gonna keep him here?" Glenn inquired.

"We'll know soon enough." Rick responded, not knowing how to answer all of those questions. 

I heard the sound of footsteps and looked over to see Daryl returning from the barn, his crossbow slung over his shoulder like usual.

"Boy theres got a gang, thirty men." Daryl said as he approached us. "They have heavy artillery and they ain't lookin' to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead." He continued. Our group listened intently.

"And our women, they're gonna-- they're gonna wish they were." He concluded.

Oh.

"What did you do?" Lori looked at Daryl.

"Had a little chat."

"No one goes near this guy." Rick spoke. Him and Lori conversed quietly for a few seconds. 

"We have to eliminate the threat."

Eliminate the threat? Does he mean kill him?

"You're just gonna kill him?" Dale asked. Voicing my thoughts. 

"It's settled. I'll do it today." Rick decided. He walked away and Dale followed after him.

"He's really gonna kill that guy?" I said aloud. Glenn looked at me.

"Maybe.. it's for the best." He said.

"For the best? He's just a kid.." I trailed off, playing with the ends of my hair.

Glenn was quiet. He sighed deeply.

"I don't know." He said.

"I might be with Dale on this." I said getting up.

Dale was right, he's really young. Maybe too young to realize he's with the wrong people. Maybe he could just join us instead. I don't know. I don't really know how to feel about this. But right now, I know that I feel sorry for him.

-

I had just talked with Beth. I wanted to know how she was doing. She said she's already feeling better, which is good.

I was walking out of the house when I saw Dale approaching me. He still carried his rifle. I could see he had a stern look on his face when he got closer.

"Any luck?" I stopped walking. He was in front of me now. He scratched his head nervously.

"No." Was all he said. He looked sad. I felt bad, it's like no one here's one his side.

"You're a good person, Reagan--" He started. I looked at him.

"This boy hasn't even done anything to us-- and Rick wants to kill him. You have morals, don't you?"

"I understand how you feel, Dale. This is a tough situation, though. Everyone feels differently." I responded, sighing.

I hesitated for a second, he kept looking at me. "But, I'm with you." I finally spoke.