My Angel (Daryl Dixon x OC)

(30) Who's Randall?

Lily's POV

The plan to drop off Randall didn't go as well planned as Rick and Shane had to bring him back. Rick told the group he may have to kill him. In my opinion, I don't really knoew what to think about the situation. So right now, I was sat in the barn on a chair whilst Daryl beats the hell out of Randall to get information.

Daryl sent a blow to Randall's face, his head flying to the side. I didn't fliched as I had seen so many bloody interregations before the world ended, I even had to do what Daryl is doing before. Daryl sent another one to the boy's face before he stood up. Randall let out a whimper before spitting out the blood that was in his mouth.

"I told you--" Randall coughed.

"You told me shit!" Daryl growled, grabbing Randall's collar and smacking his back against the barn wall.

"I barely knew those guys, I met 'em on the road." Randall whined.

"How many in your group?" Daryl then asked. Randall let out a few deep breaths but did not say anything. Daryl glanced to the side at me before back at Randall. His hand slowly raised to his knife and he pulled it out of it's holster.

"Uh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Come on, man." Randall exclaimed as Daryl knelt down, stabbing the knife into the ground.

"How many?!" Daryl yelled.

"Uh, 30-- 30. 30 guys." Randall told him.

"Where?" Daryl snapped, ripping off the bandage on Randall's leg. He let out a pained yell.

"I don't know. I swear. We were never in any place more than a night." He rushed.

"Scouting? Planning on staying local?" Daryl said angrily whilst pressing his knife on Randall's wound.

"I-- I don't know. They-- they left me behind." Randall said.

"Did you ever pick off a scab?" Daryl asked, pressing his knife harder onto the scab.

"Come on, man! I'm-I'm trying to cooperate." Randall cried.

"Start real slow at first, but sooner or later, you've just gotta rip off." Daryl snarled.

"Okay. Okay." Randall yelled. "They have weapons-- Heavy stuff, automatics, but I didn't do anything." He told us.

"Your boys shot at my boys, tried to take this farm. You just went along for the ride? You're trying to tell me you're innocent?" Daryl yelled.

Randall explained what happened with a family that his men raped the daughters and made their father watch. Daryl didn't really listen to what Randall was saying, as he only continued to beat him. I watched as Daryl began to punch Randall again.

"That's enough." I said as Randall began to lose consciousness but Daryl didn't listen. "Daryl! That's enough!" I yelled, catching Daryl's attention. I stood up then bent down to Daryl's height and took his hands in mine, examining his now bloody knuckles. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I told him. Daryl looked back at Randall but I let go one of his hands and placed my now free hand on his cheek, making him look at me. "You got all the information you need for now, come on." I told him. He nodded slightly before grabbing his stuff and double checking that Randall was secure before we left. We walked into the bathroom of the farmhouse.

"Sit here." I told him. He sat down on the edge of the bath, resting his crossbow on the side of the bath. I grabbed a clean cloth and wet it under the hot water before ringing out the excess water and bent down in the direction of Daryl. I picked up one of his hands and began to dab off the blood from his knuckles. "You took a lot of your anger out on him." I said, looking up at Daryl. He just frowned. "I know you weren't just beatin' him so he'd give you information." I let go of his hand and took the other one. "Trust me, I've seen this sort of thing plenty of times."