Guts || TWD

28: Judas.

Herschel Greene's Porch, afternoon...

"We'll take him out to Senoia, hour there hour back. We might lose the light but we'll be half way home by then." Rick stated, looking down at the map he had spread over the porch railing.

"Then this little pain in the ass will be a distant memory." Daryl agreed, flipping the bolt he had between his fingers.

"Carol's getting some supplies for him. A few days worth if he's smart," Elle added as she sat on a chair behind the men.

"So are you good with all this?"

"I don't see me an'you tradin' haymakers on the side of the road. Nobody gon' win that fight." Daryl shrugged and Elle just chuckled. It was no secret that Shane and Rick had been throwing fists at each other the first time they tried to take Randall out.

"You think I'd win, right?" Rick joked, looking back at Elle.

"Nah, she knows I'd take it." Daryl joined in on the teasing.

"I don't wanna know who'd win, knowing my luck you'd kill each other and then we'd be left listening to Sergeant Shane all the time." Elle rolled her big eyes as she kicked her feet up on the wooden table in front of her.

"And we do not want that... might be you getting into a fight if that's the case." Rick laughed off the tension written on the blonde's face.

"I don't get into fights." Elle shrugged.

"You punched Randall?"

"He punched me first."

"I have a hard time believing you don't bust those knuckles now and then." Daryl added, leaning back on the railing and looking at Elle.

"I'm serious. I don't get into fights because Tucker gets into them for me."

"Tuck, our little wild card." Rick drawled.

"Nah, Ed messed with me one time—"

"He slapped you." Daryl interrupted but Elle waved him off.

"He bothered me one time and Tuck beat him so bad he almost died. I could've handled him, I can handle a lot of things but Tucker does them for me." Elle admitted.

"Why didn't you tell us Tucker had problems with suicide?" Rick asked suddenly, breaking away from the earlier subject.

"Um, I don't know," She shrugged, taken off guard by the question. "He doesn't like to talk about it. He was doing okay for a while, I think the whole thing with Beth just freaked him out because it was like a mirror image of what happened to us. The roles were finally reversed, he felt how I felt that day and I think it scared him." Elle admitted, wringing her hands within each other anxiously.

"I mean, didn't you see his scars? They're huge," she continued. "Or the way my mom is always looking at him, watching him."

"Yeah, but I didn't wanna assume." Rick started but was cut off as Shane pulled the green Hyundai up to the driveway. He hopped out and stalked up the porch, glaring between Rick and Daryl.