Chapter 4

"Scarlette!" Lori yelled for me in the kitchen while I was reading my book in the living room. She, Patrica, and Carol were fixing up dinner for everyone. I, on the other hand, am not a very handy in the kitchen. I burn everything I touch. I'm better of cleaning up after everyone is done eating.

"Yeah?" I answered as I got off the couch and sat down my book onto the coffee table. I walked into the kitchen. They were all just about done with dinner.

"Here," she walked over to me with the food tray. There was a plate of food on it with silverware and a glass of water. "Mind if you bring dinner up to Randall?"

I shook my head and grabbed the tray off her hands, "No problem."

As I was walking up the stairs, Lori called out, "Once you're about done, come back downstairs to eat."

"Okay!"

When I reached the door, I tried to open it quietly. I didn't want to wake him up. Hopefully he would be awake by now. He's been sleeping for a while now and it was almost 7o'clock in the evening. I looked over to the bed and see he is sound asleep still. I gently put the tray down onto the nightstand that stood next to the bed.

Right as I was about to leave the room, I heard movement coming from the bed. I look over at the bed and Randall was waking up.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty," I said to him as I walked over to the chair that was on the other side of the bed, "You're finally awake."

He looked around the room, looking confused. Once he realized what had happened to him in the last 24 hours, his facial expression changed. He looked petrified.

I gave him a small smile. "You're okay. You are in good hands now." He relaxed a little.

"So, how are you feeling?"

He pulled himself up with his hands to lean his back onto the bed frame. He looked at his injured leg. "Like a tow truck fell on top of my leg."

"Well, you did pierce your leg through a steel fence," I chuckled lightly, hoping to lighten the mood. He looked at me and his face harden. I looked down my lap. "Sorry. Too soon."

I could feel him watching me. I looked away from him. I don't what it is about him, he just makes me feel nervous.

"Thank you, by the way." he said.

I looked up at him. His brown eyes continued to stare at me. "For what?"

He smiled softly, "For saving me." A soft chuckle left his lips. "I thought I was either gonna die or lose me leg."

"Oh." Of course. "No problem. Rick and Hershel were the ones that actually saved you. Rick pulled your leg out and Hershel stitched you up. They're the ones you should be thanking."

"Yeah, but you were the one that didn't want to leave me behind. You stood by me the whole time." He explained.

I smiled. "You're welcome," I said softly.

Then, I heard his stomach growl. That made me giggle. His face turned slightly pink as he held onto his stomach."Sorry. Kind of hungry. Haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon."

I pointed to the nightstand, where the tray was. "Your dinner is right there. That's why I came in here in the first place."

"Great!" He said as he grabbed the tray. He gently put it on his lap and started eating. He looked happy to finally have a decent meal in his stomach.

I didn't realized I was watching him eat, until he said, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh!" I stood up from the chair and headed out the room. "I should go eat."

"You can eat here with me if you want."

I stopped and turned to him, "Really?"

He shrugged his shoulders as he kept eating, "If you want."

"O-o-okay." I opened the door, "I'll be back in a few."

I hurried downstairs and into the dining room table. As I entered, I noticed that everyone was already started to eat.

"Hey honey, what took you so long?" Dad asked as Carol started to pile a plate of food for me.

"Uhm," I walked over to her as she was about finished with my plate. I grabbed it from her. "I was with Randall."

He stared at me curiously as he placed his fork onto the table. "And why were you with Randall?"

"Because..." I started to explain. "Lori told me to give him his dinner. He woke up when I went inside." I grabbed the glass of water from my seat of the table. "I'll be back to help wash dishes," I headed out of the room.

"Hold on!" My dad called after, which caused everyone to stop eating. "Where are you going?"

I spin around on my heels, "To eat with Randall. I'll be back in a bit." I hurried up the stairs. I could hear him protesting but it seemed like Rick was handling it.

When I walked inside the room, Randall was gulping down his water. The tray was now on the nightstand again. His food was all gone.

"Wow, you must be hungry." I said as I put down my water next to the tray. I climbed on the bed in front of him being careful with his leg.. I sat with legs crossed. "You didn't bother to wait for me."

He put down his glass onto the tray, "Yeah. It was good too. Did you help cook this?"

I shook my head. "Oh no! I can never cook like this." I took a bite of my chicken. "I always end up burning everything. A couple of days ago, one of my duties in the kitchen was to boil some water for the pasta. I accidentally forgot about it, so the water boiled down and ended up destroying the pot." I giggled at that memory.

He laughed too. "So if you can't cook, what can you do?"

"Hmm..." I started to think. "Well...I guess I'm a pretty decent shooter."

He questioned me, "You know how to shoot a gun?"

I shrugged my shoulder, as if it wasn't a big deal. "Before all this happened. My dad was a sheriff."

"You're dad is the one they call Shane?" he asked.

"Yeah."

I was about done eating when I could feel his eyes on me. I felt a bit uncomfortable. I look up at him. "What is it? Is there something on my face?" I put the empty plate down next to me and touch both my cheeks.

"Nothing," he smirked. "You look just like your dad."

"Umm...yeah. Everyone says I do. I got pretty much everything from him. My eyes, nose, hair." I started to play with my braided hair that laid on my shoulder. "The only thing I inherited from my mom was her short stature. But, everyone does say I look exactly like him. Sometimes, I wonder if I should take that as a compliment or not."

"You should. You're very beautiful, you know."

I could feel my face getting red. "Uh..uh...t-thanks."

I saw him smile, "What was your family like?" as he changed the subject.

"I was an only child. My parents had me when they were real young, about 18 years old. They never got married, which I never knew why. Better that way cause they separated about five years ago when I was 15 years old. He moved in with Rick and his family for a few months and after that, he got his own place and I barely saw him. Before, I'd see him every other weekend up until I graduated from high school. Then I'd see him maybe three times a year at the most. He was busy with work and I was busy with school. It was tough." I could feel my eyes start to water, so I looked down at my lap. "Then, my mom got sick. She had breast cancer. I took a year off of school to take care of her because she was all by herself. She actually died during the outbreak,"

I wipe my eyes with my fingers, "Gosh, I'm bawling my eyes out to you and I barely know you. I must look like an idiot."

I look up at his face. His face soften when his eyes met with mine. "You're not an idiot. I understand. I lost my mom too." He scooted closer to me. Then he reach over to me with his hand and he wiped a tear off my cheek. "I watched her get bitten by a walker. I came home from the store and a walker attacked her. I was about to grab a knife in the kitchen, but it was too late. I blame myself for not saving her on time."

His hand was still on my cheek and I gently laid mine on top of it, "You can't blame yourself. You did everything you could to save her."

"But, I wasn't fast enough," he whispered softly. "She's all that I got. Now, I'm alone."

I felt another tear escape, "You're not alone now."

All of a sudden, I felt his other hand touch my other cheek. My hands dropped onto his forearms. I felt my face move closer to his as he did the same. My heart was racing faster as my head tilted slightly to the right. My breath was getting short. I slowly closed my eyes. Our lips barely touch when…

"Scarlette! Come wash these dishes!" Lori yelled from downstairs.

Automatically, we both pulled away from each other. My eyes grew wide and my face turned even more red than before. He scooted back to the headboard of the bed. "I-I-I should go. And you need to rest up. Here, let me help you."

He nodded at me and slowly went inside the covers. I helped him for a bit. I stacked the pillows behind his back and head. I grabbed all the plates and cups and put it on the tray. I picked up the tray and turned off the lights. I watched him as he settled himself under the covers.

As I open the door, I looked at him and said, "Goodnight, Randall."

He looked up at me and smiled, "Goodnight, Scarlette."

I smiled back and closed the door behind me. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Dad was standing in front of the refrigerator, grabbing the water pitcher. He heard me walking and turned his attention towards me.

"What were you doing in there?" he asked as I walked past by him towards the sink that was filled with dishes. I started cleaning them, "Eating dinner with Randall."

He sat the pitcher down and walked over to my right side, "You need to be careful around him, understand?"

I ignored him as I kept washing.

"Scarlette..." he raised his voice a little.

"Scarlette..." I kept washing and ignoring.

"Goddamn it, Scarlette!" he practically yelled as he slap the faucet shut. "Do you understand?" He was in sheriff mode now. When he was in sheriff mode, he tenses up and his voice gets deeper and louder. It only comes out when I am in trouble and boy, I see this side of him a lot.

I turned to him and let out a frustrated sigh, "Yes, Dad! I understand."

He unclenched his jaw as he looked at me. His eyes soften, "Baby, I'm only doing this because I care about you. We don't know what he's really like. He's probably being nice to you so he can use you. Once his leg is all healed up, he'll escape from here and find his group. Then they'll take over this farm."

I closed my eyes shut and shook my head, "I don't think so. You don't know that for sure."

"Well, I don't trust him." He grabbed onto my shoulders and hugged me tight. "I love you, babygirl and I don't want anything to happen to you. You're my own family now."

I hugged onto his waist. "I know, Daddy. I love you too."

He held onto me for a few minutes. When he let go, he grabbed my head and kissed the top of my head. "Okay, finish 'em dishes."

I nodded at him and continued washing the dishes.

As he walked away he said, "And don't get too attached to the boy!"

Too late.

A/N: Oooo, intimate moment with Scarlette and Randall. Haha. I'm sorry if Randall seems a bit OOC in this chapter. I wanted to portray him as a good guy. I've been rewatching The Walking Dead episodes he was in to get a feel on his character. It's kinda hard because he's only in like 4 episodes and his scenes are sorta short. So, I tried to write his character as close as I can.

Anyways, thank you guys for reading my story. I'm a bit rusty on writing cause I haven't written in so long. And thank you everyone that reviewed. I didn't expect to get great feedback. I'm so glad you guys enjoy it. Also, this story may be short because he's only a minor character in the show. I have an idea on how the story will end. So, stay tune. :D