Gwen's P.O.V
The sun has completely risen when we drive into the farm and I'm covered in the kid's blood from saturating his wound. He passed out hours ago but not before he told us his name, Randall.
Rick pulls the car over and jumps out. Glenn climbs out and I follow him. I'm barely out of the car when a pair of arms wraps around me and my face collides with a hard chest.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Daryl growls at me.
"Daryl, I…" I start but he interrupts
"You could've gotten yoursel' killed!" He yells at me, pulling back to look at my face.
He looks down at my shirt and hands and his eyes widen "What the hell? Are you bleeding?"
I hear Lori say she was in a car accident and I turn to look at her, worried for the baby.
Daryl grips my face and forces me to look at him. He looks livid "Are you kidding me? For once Guinevere, be selfish and worry about yourself, instead of everyone else. Just once!"
I feel everyone's eyes on us and I look down at my blood soaked clothes embarrassed "It's not mine" I say then point to the truck "It's his"
"Who the hell is that?" T-Dog asks
"That's Randall" Rick says.
Everyone moves forward to look at our guest. Rick and Shane move him to the shed and Daryl pulls me into the house. He closes the door and kisses me… hard. I swear our teeth were going to crash together if he pressed any harder.
"I was so worried about you! Nobody told me you were gone until early this morning" He says
I look at him confused "How could you have not noticed? I wasn't in camp all day"
He looks away "I moved my tent to the other side of the field."
"You what? Why?" I ask.
"Can we talk about it later?" He asks as people start coming into the house.
I nod and move into the dining room. A meeting is held to discuss Randall.
Shane speaks first, obviously "Why the hell did you bring him here?"
I step forward "We couldn't just leave him behind. He would've bled out, if he lived that long." I state.
"It's gotten bad in town" Glenn says quietly.
"What do we do with him?" Andrea asks
Hershel walks in at that moment "I repaired his calf muscle as best I can, but he'll probably have nerve damage. Won't be on 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 says
"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" Andrea asks
"He'll have a fighting chance." Rick says
"Just gonna let him go? He knows where we are." Shane says
"He was blindfolded the whole way here and he passed out just after we left town" I argue
"He's not a threat" Rick says.
"Not a threat. 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?" Shane asks sarcastically
"They left him for dead. No one is looking!" Rick shouts.
"Besides, he's just a damn kid!" I say.
"Still, we should still post a guard." T-Dog says.
"He's out cold right now, will be for hours." Hershel says
"You know what? I'm gonna go get him some flowers and candy." Shane says sarcastically "look at this, folks... We back in fantasy land"
"Stop being such a dick, Shane, honestly!" I snap as he storms out the room
"You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet. 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." Hershel yells at Shane and I smirk and look at Hershel with pride.
Shane sighs and storms out the house. Nessa and I share a quick grin which we both force off our faces quickly before anyone notices but someone did notice, Daryl, who is smirking at me triumphantly. Weird, but that's what's happening.
"We're not gonna do anything about it today. Let's just cool off." Rick says.
"I agree, lets all just take a day folks, yeah?" I say before heading over to Daryl.
Nessa tries to stop me to talk to me but I pull my hand away, she looks shocked "Sorry Ness, but I'm going to be selfish for the rest of today. I'll be with Daryl, only come to me if it's life or death"
Daryl smirks and grabs my hand and pulls me out the door quickly. He powers towards the camp and tries to lead me past it but I stop him momentarily and grab my bag out of my tent. I retake his hand and he keeps going until we are right out of the way of everything.
"You weren't kidding when you said you moved away" I say looking around.
He shrugs "I was pissed off that I wasn't able to find Sophia, being worried over a girl who wasn't even mine and was already dead"
I run my hand through his hair and smile "None of us knew that. You did an honourable thing and I couldn't be more proud of you. The effort you put into finding that little girl was the bravest and most selfless thing I have ever seen. I wish I was a good of a person as you are"
He looks at me with clouded eyes He drops his forehead onto mine and draws me into him "You make me want to be a good man."
I grin and pull him in to a passionate kiss. My bag falls off my shoulder and bursts open on the floor, the contents spill. I pull away and look down at the scattered photos and drop to my knees, panicked and grab them before they can fly away. One almost does but Daryl stops it with his foot and picks it up and looks at it.
"Who are they?" He asks
I stand with the photos in my hand and look at it. There are 9 people in the photo all sitting on or around and in one case, on top of a four seater leather couch.
"This is a family photo that was taken on my Niece's birthday the August before I came to America" I point to each person from left to right, starting at the people behind the couch , I point to a middle-aged woman with a white bob and piercing blue eyes "That's my mum" Then to the tall black haired and tanned skinned man "That's my dad" Then to the short, blonde 30 something woman who has her hand over her equally blonde sons back who is lying on his stomach across the length of top of the couch "That's my eldest sister Emma, she's Andy's mother" I then move to the seats, I start with the third and last man with brown hair and eyes like mine "That's my brother, Cameron" I move to the blonde, tanned skinned 20 something woman "Nessa" I point to the little blonde haired girl next to her "That's my niece Paisley, she's 12, Emma's daughter"
I notice Daryl's forehead creases when I point to the blonde 12 year old, same as Sophia. I continue quickly.
I point to myself, my hair is curled loosely and neat around over my shoulders, I have make up on… I almost forgot what I looked like with make up on. The red lip and the black hair contrasts nicely with my pale skin.
"Me" I have a toddler on my lap who looks identical to me but with shorter, curlier hair but with my eyes and my skin tone and my hair colour. I hesitate before finally pointing to her "That's Ava, my youngest Niece, she's Emma's youngest daughter"
Daryl looks at the baby in shock then to me then to her "She's your double"
"I know, she used to get mistaken for mine a lot. It used to piss my sister off something awful" I say with a smile
"Is this what your kids will look like?" He mutters.
"If they are lucky" I say with a teasing grin as I fold the photo and put it in my pocket
"Did you know?" He asks.
"What?"
"About Lori being pregnant?"
I nod "Yeah, I've known for a while"
"Shane?" He asks.
I look at him shocked, oh great so he noticed and I didn't. "Maybe but she doesn't care, It's Ricks"
He nods and holds his hand out for the other photos. I hand them over. He climbs into his tent and I follow. I put my bag in the corner and sit next to him on his cot as he flicks through the photos. They're all similar, me with someone, or multiple people, some with family, some with friends, all of them from my university days. There is one that is a portrait my mum took of me when she decided she was an amateur photographer, to be fair she was good. The photo only shows my shoulders and head. My black hair sits in its natural curly state but neat, my makeup light and natural. I like this one, I look good in it.
Daryl hands me them back except that one "Can I keep it?" He asks
I laugh "Why? When the real thing is right here"
"Please?" He asks.
I don't know what surprises me more, the sentimentality in Daryl's face or the fact he said please. I put the photos back into my bag.
"Yeah, you can keep it" I say.
He smiles and puts it in his pocket.