Lost | Daryl Dixon

30 - Democracy

Third Person POV

"Dale, huh?"

Shane smirked as he saw Andrea protecting the door to the shed, after watching the love of his life run to Hershel's house with a smile, heart aching for her to just look at him. She looked surprisingly healthy and happy at the moment - he thought she must have been wearing the farm girl again the way the shirt clung to her, not that he was complaining. It was the closest he'd come to seeing any of her for weeks. Andrea turned, looking up at him as she leaned against the door. "What, he put you on death watch?" He asked, a small snort erupting from his lips as Andrea walked to him, meeting him halfway as a nervous Randall listened from inside. "Let me ask you something, say I wanted to go in there right now and I just wanted to take care of this, you gonna stop me? Hmm?"

She shrugged, a flirtatious smile he frustratingly ignored visible on her face. "I had a good teacher."

"Yeah. So what? You buy into Dale's sob story?" Shane showed no interest in her as he glanced at the shed door, crouching as he glanced about.

She shook her head, glancing at the ground briefly. "I told him I was with you on this."

"Mmm... you're just still here for him, huh?" He chuckled. "That's cute." He glanced back up at her as he shook his head. "You see what's happening, don't you? These guys ain't gonna go through with this. I'm telling you, they gonna... They gonna pussy out. And if they do, we gonna have a big problem on our hands." He muttered to himself. "Let me ask you something. Every time we have a problem around here, who do you think's behind it?"

She chuckled. "Some might say you."

"Nah. No one listens to me," He shook his head, glancing to the door as Liz ran through it. He raised a brow for a moment, wondering why she'd possibly need to run to the house. "I say it's the guys that make up the rules, the boys and girl that always have all the answers, even though their answers always prove wrong."

Andrea met him with a measured look. "So what are you gonna do? Rick's the leader of this group, it's Hershel's farm and he listens to Liz-"

"Maybe we oughta change that," The suggestion was dangerous - it hinted of something Andrea didn't like. She felt a moment of trepidation, watching Shane carefully as he stayed in his position, looking at the ground.

"What, are you gonna lock 'em in a room and take their guns?" She mocked, pausing as he slowly looked up, agreeing. She stared down at him, her eyes hinting at being swayed. "I don't know. That could get out of hand."

"No, no, it won't. Okay? I won't let it," He stood back up, his voice now a rushed whisper.

"Listen, I don't-I don't want anybody to get hurt, okay?" He reassured, leaning in. "Elizabeth is my wife, Rick's my friend, Hershel... he's all right by me." He listed off, as Andrea pursed her lips.

"And Dale?"

"Dale got a big mouth, but he's harmless," He chuckled and shrugged. "Look, I just-I wanna know what it's like to sleep without keeping one eye open, ain't that-ain't that what we all want?"

"Even if you do, what, you're gonna lock your wife up in a room until she falls back in love with you?"

"I win- Carl?" Elizabeth turns around, confused when her nephew isn't there. She pauses, looking around - she knew she wasn't that fast. A tanned hand pulls through her hair as she starts back towards the entrance of the house, assuming he got distracted talking to someone.

"Hey," Randall swallowed hard as he looked up, seeing Carl sat there - having climbed up when his aunt Lizzie wasn't looking, watching him carefully - like it was a zoo exhibit his mom or dad would take him to see. "That's a sweet hat. I'm Randall. What's your name?" Carl didn't respond, instead, tilting his head as he watched. Randall wasn't discouraged, offering a soft smile - a tactic he'd seen the men use with lone women all of the time, to encourage them close. Only he didn't want to do that, he just needed an easy escape. "The sheriff guy, is that your dad? I like him. Yeah, he's a good guy. I can tell. Your aunt the nurse ain't she too? She saved my life, we're friends, her and me." He swallowed, his mouth dry. His cuts still hurt from earlier. "You're-you're lucky you still got your family. I lost mine." Carl began to climb from the loft, as Randall kept up his appeal - the wooden beams shaking from the shift in weight.