million dollar man | twd

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[ no going back ]

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In the end, Dale, Andrea, and Vanessa were the only three who spoke up about sparring the boy's life. But when Rick and a few of the others went to execute him, Carl showed up and Rick couldn't kill someone in front of his son.

Andrea was happy to be able to tell Dale the good news. Vanessa sat in front of the fire, her eyes watching the flames dance back and forth. She thought about Daryl's trick from earlier. Focusing on the world around her to help calm her down.

She could see the fire, the farmhouse, and Dale's RV.

She could hear-

Screaming came from the wide open field of the farm as everyone looked around, trying to spot the danger in the dark. Rick ordered people to grab their guns while Lori ushered Carl into the house.

Daryl, who was near the barn making sure Randall was tied up found Dale first. "Help! Over here!" he shouted.

As everyone got closer they spotted the walker that Daryl put down.

Dale was lying in the grass struggling to breathe. When Vanessa got closer she froze, covering her mouth as she looked at Dale's insides that had been ripped and pulled right out of his body.

Hershel came over but it was clear that there was nothing they could do for Dale except put him out of his misery. Rick was going to be the one to do it but Daryl stepped up, reminding him he didn't have to make the hard decisions every single time.

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After Dale's death, Hershel allowed the rest of the group to move inside. They figured that with the cattle on the property plus them, more walkers would eventually find their way in.

Vanessa was busy setting up her things in the living room, thinking about how crowded it was about to become with all of them staying in Hershel's living room.

"Hey, Vanessa," Carl said, walking over to her.

"Hey. I haven't seen you much. How're you feeling?" she asked.

"I'm okay. Thanks for the picture you drew. It was really cool. My mom said she'd help me frame it."

"Well I'm glad you liked it. So, what can I do for you?"

"If, um- If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell my parents?"

Vanessa laughed. "How about this, therapist rules? I won't tell as long as you're not a danger to yourself or others."

Carl seemed to think about it for a second before agreeing. He reached behind his back and took out a gun, handing it over to her. "I took it from Daryl's motorcycle. If he found out I took it he'd kill me."