Madison Grimes

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"How do you know Randall?" His whole exterior changes. He stiffens and his arms fall to his sides.

"I don't." I nod. There's no need to push it if he's just going to deny it. We have to interrogate Randall anyway. I nod and turn to Andrea. Her face turns pale and it makes me smile a little in my head. I shake my head and turn back to Shane.

"Can we talk?" He narrows his eyes a little before nodding. I walk away from the three and hear footsteps behind me, letting me know Shane's following. Once we're out of earshot, I turn around. "Can we play nice?" He crosses his arms.

"You're the one who's not playing nice." I keep my thoughts to myself as I decide to be the bigger person.

"We need to get along, even if it's only in public."

"Why?" I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"For Belle, Shane." He raises his eyebrows.

"Oh, so I'm her dad now?" I feel my jaw drop and I slap him across the face, hard. He brings his hand to his face and looks at me with such anger, such shock.

"Never mind then. You can go back to fucking Andrea, maybe you'll get a child that actually wants to call you dad." I spit, rendering him speechless. After we stand, glaring at each other for several minutes, I decide to stomp off. I stomp all the way to Daryl's campsite, surprising me a little. Now's the time I'd need to talk with Merle. Speaking of Merle, I sure hope he's still alive. I hope to find him alive. We can't have another death on our hands, especially Daryl.

"What do ye want?" He asks, coming out a little harsh. It hurts me and I don't know why, this is how he is to everyone else. I cross my arms and stare him down but his eyes don't meet mine, they stay trained on the arrows he's sharpening.

"When are you interrogating Randall?" He looks up at me, his eyebrows knitted together.

"What makes ye think I'm doin' it?"

"Who else would?" He thinks for a second, before giving up.

"When I'm done sharpenin' these." I nod and unfold my arms.

"Come get me when you're done." He raises his eyebrows as he stands up, taking a step closer to me.

"Why do ye want to talk to 'im?" Why do I have to explain myself to everyone in this group?

"I have things I need to get clarified, okay?" He scoffs and throws his bow over his back.

"Let's go have that talk then." I don't question it as he stands up and starts his walk to the barn. Once we're about halfway there, he looks from me to the grass a few times. "Why didn't ye just talk to him yourself?" I nod my head at the barn as it comes in view.

"Meet the guards." I hear him scoff out a chuckle. Maybe he's letting a few walls down already.

"What are you guys doing?" Blair asks, looking a little shaken up.

"Rick asked me to have a chat with Randall." I look and see that the sun has just risen a bit above the barn. We've been so consumed in Randall, I guess no one realized how late it really was.