Arrows and Angel Wings [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Fifteen

*Daryl's POV*

The week after Rick had brought that Randall kid back had been nothing but one watch duty after the other. Rick and Shane were supposed to take him out and drop him somewhere but that didn't happen so he was tied up in Hershel's slaughter shed.

"Hey, Daryl come over here a second." Rick yelled from the porch.

I walked over the house and looked up at him.

"I need you to see if you can't get anything out of Randall. Take Danielle with you, I think you might need her." He told me.

"I would if I knew where she was." I replied.

"She's in the house talking to Beth. I think she called it grief counseling." Rick told me.

I went up the stairs and into the farmhouse, almost running into Glenn in the process.

"Come on, I'll take you to her." He told me.

I followed him through the house, stopping just outside a closed door. He knocked a few times and walked off. I stood back waiting for somebody to open the door. Somebody did and I smiled at the sight of my girl on the other side.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Rick wants us to see if we can't get anything out of Randall." I told her.

"Why does he want me to go when you're more than capable of handling it on your own?" She asked.

"He probably thinks that I'll need ya to keep me from beating the kid to death, which is true." I replied.

She sighed then turned around to tell Beth she'd be back in a bit before following me out of the house and down to the slaughter shed.

"If I start to scare ya tell me." I told her as we stood outside the door.

"I think I can handle it, plus seeing you angry turns me on." She smirked.

"That's my girl." I smiled before slipping my vest off and handing it her to put on.

I opened the door and we walked in. I closed the door behind us as Danielle went to sit on the table across from Randall.

"Who's she?" Randall asked.

"I'm the angel on his shoulder that'll keep him for potentially beating you to death if you don't tell us anything useful." Danielle told him.

"I don't know anything." Randall said.

I hit him the first time then backed off.

"Wanna try that again?" Danielle asked from behind me.

Randall shook his head so I threw another punch.

"We can do this all day and I'd rather not have Daryl break his hand over your face so let's try this again, shall we?" Danielle asked him.

He still didn't say anything so of course I hit him again. We went back and forth doing this for while, Randall's eye was swollen nearly shut and there was blood coming from him somewhere.

"I told you," Randall started.

"Ya ain't told us shit." I cut him off grabbing him by his shirt and hitting him against the wall a few times.

I walked over to the table where Danielle was sitting with her legs pressed together, squirming some. I smirked at her, knowing that her panties had to be soaked by now.