"So, what you gonna do? We'd all feel better if we knew the plan." Carol says holding onto me.
"Is there a plan?" Andrea says.
"We gonna keep him here?" Glenn adds.
"We'll know soon enough." Rick says.
Dad comes by, and says, "Boy there's got a gang, 30 men. They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they're gonna-- They're gonna wish they were."
"What did you do?" Carol asked Dad.
"Had a little chat." Dad says, and come by me.
"No one goes near this guy." Rick says as I leave with Dad. I watch dad hang up our dinner for tonight while playing in the dirt.
"The whole point of me coming up here is. To get away from you people." Dad says.
"Gonna take more than that." Dale says
"Carol send you?" Dad says
"Carol's not the only one that's concerned about you, your new role in the group." Dale says.
"Oh, man, I don't need my head shrunk. This group's broken. I'm better off fending for me, and Madi." Dad says.
"You act like you don't care." Dale says to Dad.
"Yeah, it's 'cause I don't." Dad says putting on his jacket.
"So live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?" Dale says.
"Nope." Dad says.
"Then why not stand with me, try to save the kid's life, if it really doesn't matter one way or the other?" Dale says.
"Didn't peg you for a desperate son of a bitch." Dad says walking away to kiss me on the forehead.
"Your opinion makes a difference." Dale says
"Man, ain't nobody looking at me for nothing." Dad says kissing me on my forehead.
"Carol is, and I am. Right now. And you obviously have Rick's ear." Dale says
"Rick just looks to Shane. Let him." Dad says raising his voice a little.
"You cared about what happened to Sofia. Cared what it meant to the group. Torturing people? That isn't you. You're a decent man. So is Rick. Shane-- He's different." Dale says.
"Why's that? 'Cause he killed Otis?" Dad says.
"He tell you that?" Dale says.
"He told some story. How Otis covered him, saved his ass. He showed up with the dead guy's gun. Rick ain't stupid. If he didn't figure that out, it's 'cause he didn't wanna. It's like I said-- Group's broken." Dad says. I look at Dale, and go inside the tent. After a while I see Carl, and he takes a gun out of my dad bag.
"What are you gonna do with that?" I asked.
"Gonna kill a walker," He says. "Please don't tell anyone."
"I won't tell unless..." I say.
"Unless what.." Carl says.
"You have to give me all your candy." I say.
"Fine," Carl says leaving. A little while later Carl gives me his candy, and we are in the house.
"Go in the back with Jimmy pumpkin," Dad says.
"Fine," I say kissing dad on the cheek, and going in the back. I go in the back, and leave out the back door.
"Where are you going," Jimmy says.
"Getting some fresh air," I say, and leaves. I go by the shack where the unknown man is, and go through the back gate.
"What's your name?" I asked the man.
"I'm Randall" he says.
"I'm Madison you can call me Madi... I'm sorry if my Daddy hurt you." I say.
"You dad is crossbow guy," Randall says.
"Yeah, he just wants to protect the group, your not as mean as he say you are." I say.
"Yeah, you should go before anyone sees you, your dad is mean as hell," Randall says, and we both chuckled.
"Well, goodbye new friend Randall." I say, and I start to leave before anyone saw me. I go back in the back, and talk with Jimmy, and Carl. After the meeting was done, I ate mac and cheese with Andrea. I go in the tent with Carl, and we played cards. We, then hear screaming, and it sounded like Dale. I go to the house with Carl, and called for Hershel, and we run behind him. I started crying, and held onto Carol.
"Do something!" Andrea says.
Rick points the gun at Dale, but dad takes the gun, and says "Sorry brother, and he shoots Dale.
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Always My Little Girl
FanfictionIn an apocalyptic world, Daryl Dixon will try to protect his little girl in this evil world. Will Daryl be able to protect his little one? Or will things go bad? I give credit to all the walking dead character to AMC except for my own character.