Li'l Sparky // [Daryl Dixon]

Fantasyland

Season: Two

Episode(s): Triggerfinger (possibly 18 Miles Out)

*Ryan's POV*

We arrived back at the farm the next day. Everyone was at the camp. Rick pulled the car around the front of the house. He stopped the car and we pile out. I ran into Maggie's arms and held her tight. She let go of me and ran into Glenn's.

"Dad!" Carl cried and ran into his father's embrace. Rick walked over to Lori and held her. Shane didn't look happy at all to see his best friend home safe and sound. 

"Patricia, prepare the shed for surgery," Daddy ordered. 

"Who the hell is that?" T-Dog pointed to Randall. Maggie's eyes met mine. She recognized him, too. 

"That's Randall," Glenn answered. 

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We were all sitting at the table in the dining room, contemplating what to do.

"We couldn't just leave him," Rick said. "He would've bled out, if he lived that long."

"It's gotten bad in town," Glenn said.

"What do we do with him?" Andrea asked. 

"I repaired his calf muscle as best I can, but he'll probably have nerve damage," Daddy said. "Won't be on his his feet for at least a week."

"When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way," Rick explained. 

"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" Andrea asked as Daryl walked in. His eyes met mine and he gave me a friendly nod. 

"He'll have a fighting chance," Rick reasoned. 

"Just gonna let him go?" Shane scoffed. "He knows where we are."

"I can't believe I'm sayin' this, but I'm with Shane on this one," I admitted. God, agreeing with Shane was like a bad taste in my mouth. 

"He was blindfolded the whole way here," Rick said. "He's not a threat."

"Not a threat," Shane snickered. "How many of them were there? You killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain't gonna come looking for him?"

"They left him for dead," Rick argued. "No one is looking."

"We should still post a guard," T-Dog said.

"He's out cold right now, will be for hours," Daddy said. 

"You know what?" Shane chuckled. "I'm gonna go get him some flowers and candy. Look at this, folks-- we back in Fantasyland."

"You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet," Daddy snapped. "Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all-- this is my farm. Now, I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. So do us both a favor-- keep your mouth shut."

Shane didn't respond. He just sauntered out. I turned to Daryl.

"Zing!" I whispered. He smirked at me. 

"We're not gonna do anything about it today," Rick continued. "Let's just cool off."

Everyone slowly flowed out of the house. I followed Daryl outside. He had moved his tent to the edge of the field. 

"Why'd you move out here?" I asked.

"Why are you followin' me?" Daryl snarled.  

"Because I care 'bout you," I shrugged. "And whether you admit it or not, you care about me, too."