Chapter 15: Disputes


RPOV

~Earlier today~

"Dad!" I heard Kat call out at me. Her voice rang out across the field, loud and clear. I was getting ready to take Randall out into an anbandoned area. Far away from my daughter, the group and the ones I loved. Shane was getting our hostage and Kat's sweet face came to view as she got closer to me.

"Dad...Shane...he...look. I know you have to do this because this is the right thing to do but...what if he knows we live here?" Kat asked but before I could answer she quickly shut her eyes and took a breath before she continued to speak.

"Shane isn't right these days dad. Not since you came back from the dead. He...you know about him and mom. You've heard about what he did to Otis. Did you know he had a gun pointed at you, has been threatening Dale and has hit me in front of all of you?!" Kat asked stunned of Shane's new found behaviour.

"Dad...it's not just Shane doing things but...he's saying things. Said things. He isn't in his right mind dad. He lied to mom and...he's even lied to me. To Carl. It wasn't mom who told Carl he was dead. That's just what me and mom heard. It was actually Shane who said that...Shane's not right dad. You have to fix it before it's too late..." Kat said which made my mind wonder...


Present day...RPOV

"I thought we were going further," Shane said as I parked and got out of the car. Stepping as far away from the car, beside the fields and staring out into the distance. Shane searched around for anything or any walkers. I wasn't 100% positive what he was doing.

"We are. 18 miles out," I tell him, taking a moment to gather my thoughts and looking at Shane, he had walked closer to me, close enough to stand in close proximitry. My plans were still a long way aways. I just...need this time with Shane, away from our group and out of their earshot.

"So why are we stopping?" Shane asked me confused as to why I randomly chose to stop here. Better in the middle than to reach there and get straight into business.

"I wanted to talk. Been waiting a week till we were gonna do this. I just wanna talk," I say as I gripped onto my belt, hoping that Shane would listen to what I had to say and possibly move on. We need to move on...or it simply won't work.

"We don't need to," Shane said as he looked away from me, his hand on the shotgun was no longer threatening, his hand making it drop to one side and the other hung to his side.

"We do," I disagree, looking directly at him.

"No man, we don't. We're doing this. I get it. He was passed out when y'all brought him back, doesn't know where the farm is," Shane said as he kept looking anywhere but at me. He thinks we're talking about Randall...

"That isn't what I need to talk to you about. I heard what really happened at the school. Was it to survive?" I asked him, sighing between my statements and Shane just looked away, clenching his jaw and his mouth slightly agape. This isn't like Shane...at all.

"Yeah. One of us wasn't gonna make it out. It had to be him. One shot to the leg, Carl lives. Reality is...he had no business being here-there. Whatever," Shane tried to explain, playing it as though it had to be done. I wish it didn't have to end that way but...there's no going back is there?

"You don't think I would've done it?" I asked him. Nodding in understanding and then looking directly at him.

"No, man, I know you wouldn't have," he replied quickly than I could have asked. His hands gripping his shotgun again.

"You don't think I can keep Lori, Kat or Carl safe?" I asked him, questioning his thoughts and what he truly believed about me. How little faith my partner has in me...

"I didn't say that," Shane rejected the thought that I could see he had once had in his mind. He's lying. He has the habbit to do this now...doesn't he?

"Or my baby? Is it gonna have to be me too?" I asked him, thinking of when Kat told me about Shane pointing the gun at me. Does he really see me as a threat?

"Rick, you can't just be the good guy and expect to live. Okay? Not anymore," Shane answered, dodging my question completely and changing the subject. Is he really saying that I'm always the good guy? That I'm a threat to him? Is that how he sees me?

"I'm not the good guy anymore," I state, my eyes drifting to the car and who was in the it tied up. "To save Carl's life, I would've done anything, to prevent Kat's attempted rape I would have done anything. Anything," I growled at him, getting closer to him.

"Now Lori says you're dangerous, you've proven it by hurting Kat like you did back at the farm...but you're not gonna be dangerous. Not to us, not to me, not anymore. How about you look at me?" I threatened and questioned him. Showing him I meant business and that I meant what I say. Say what I mean.

"You and Lori...I get what happened. When I figured it out- and I figured it out pretty quickly. I wanted to break your jaw...let you choke on your teeth. But I didn't. That wasn't weakness. It took everything. That is my wife. That is my daughter. That is my son. That is my unborn child," I state growling out my family members to him. Reminding him that he may have played house once, but that was built out of lies. Ones that he had made.

"I will stay alive to keep them alive. You don't love her. You think you do, but you don't. Now the only way you and me keep on...is that you accept everything I just said right here, right now, and we move forward with that understanding," I tell him how it was meant to be. How we should be moving on from this and continuing to keep the ones back at the farm safe.

"When it started it was just- it was a couple of weird stories on the news. Then-then it was so quick. Everything...it just happened. Two weeks later, I'm in the hospital and there were soldiers shooting people in the halls. They were shooting people, man, not walkers. Then the walkers came through," Shane told me, remembering the time he had tried to find me in the hospital.

"You know, I tried to get you out, I tried, but we weren't gonna make it. Man, there was no way and I knew it. But I couldn't live with it. I couldn't live, knowing...but I had to," Shane explained. So this is why he said I was dead...was it?

"I didn't keep Lori, Kat and Carl alive, man. They kept me alive. I want you to know that I didn't look at her before that. Brother, if I could take it all back, I would," Shane said with my back to him, I had walked before he had started talking but I had to stop to listen to what he had to say.

"I wanna check the ropes," I tell him as I went to check up on Randall. He had loud music playing in his ears and a bag over his head. Checking the ropes that tied his hands and feet together, they were fine. Checking the duck tape that silenced his mouth...it was fine. "It's all good," I inform Shane as I covered Randall's face with the bag and shut the door on him.


KPOV

"Hey Kat?" I heard a rough voice call out to me. Turning my head away from Carl who was outside with me doing homework, we saw Daryl stand beside a tree slighly awkwardly.

"Yeah?" I asked him raising an eyebrow questioningly. What exactly does he want? Especially after the shit he's been saying to me and my mom. Fucking asshole.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked me softly, his eyes looked at me and then Carl. His stance was awkward, as though he didn't know what to do with himself. Other than rub the back of his neck and look at me under his lashes.

"Carry on with your homework Carl. I'll be right back," I tell him as I took a few steps away from Carl, moving far enough to talk privately and close enough to see him from a distance. "What is it you want to talk about?" I asked Daryl as I stopped to look at him, my arms crossed and he still looked like he didn't know what to do with himself.

"I just wanted to say sorry about the time when your mom went out in search for your dad," Daryl apologized which surprised me slightly. What happened to his tough boy act? I thought he was never going to say sorry...judging he decided to say this after a week.

"What about? The time you told my mom to go searching for him or when you insulted her with me in earshot?" I spat and he went to speak but I just sigh and look away. "I get it...you were still upset over Sophia. We all were...but here's something you need to know. Next time you go telling one of my family memebers to go looking for someone, especially alone...I won't be so forgiving," I threaten and he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I woudn't expect it any other way," he told me as though he expected as much. I went to walk off, leaving him there to be alone but was soon called again. "Hey Kat?" Daryl called out to me again, turning my back to look at him, I kept my arms crossed over my chest.

"Yeah?" I answered, curious as to what he would want to talk about this time. Let me go...I want to be with Carl. I don't want him to run off and possibly do something stupid. Not after what mom did and the fear I saw in his eyes. The one he denied when mom asked him.

"What happened out there? While I was recovering from my injury..." Daryl said which made me think of the time when Sophia was around. My heart sinking into my stomach. I could have done more...I know I could.

"Well...some guys jumped me in the woods. Took my weapons...got them back. Thing is...they tried to rape me. One of them...I can't and don't want to remember his name was trying to rape me. While Randall did nothing but help the other guy by holding me down. So that I wouldn't struggle or hurt them," I said as I uncrossed my arms.

"Shit," Daryl said as he sighed. He probably can't believe it. Oh well...it happened and there is no going back from that. I got closer to him, his feet shuffling as though he was impatient but unwilling to move.

"Yeah...good thing was...I killed one of them. The one who I killed was the man who tried to rape me. Sadly...Randall was the one to escape. The same fucking bastard who was under our roof for a week and who held me down so the other could rape me," I inform him, which made me curious when I saw his jaw clench slightly. His eyes looking away from me and towards Carl. They were dark. What's got into him?

"I'm sorry," he said sadly, he took a long and painful gulp before he looked at me. His eyes sad and his face seemed solemn. Where this fucking come from? Is he so sad about shit that he didn't even do? So fucking weird...

"No need. It wasn't your fault...I better get back to him," I told him but then I drifted my eyes to Carl. Carl simply held onto the pencil, looking at the page blankly and would glance up to look up at the two of us. Daryl gave me a single nod before I turned away and headed back to sit beside Carl.


RPOV

"We've gotta start using our knives more. If there's one walker, we use our knives. We keep things quiet. We save ammunition," I remind him. Trying to keep his head straight.

"Yeah," he agreed, looking out the window and away from me. Paying no attention to what I said at all.

"We need dry goods ahead of the winter...warm clothes, fuel. Maybe we get a break. You gotta think the cold affects them. If it doesn't kill 'em, it's gotta slow 'em down. The second week of January last year, we got all that snow and ice," I remind him, keeping hope that maybe we will have a chance against the walkers.

"My cousin got stuck on 85 for 24 hours. Sitting in his car with a birthday cake for his girlfriend at Georgia tech. He just sat and ate birthday cake and listened to the 'Lord Of The Rings' book on tape. We get lucky, we get the same winter as last year. By December, it's a different world. Safer. Maybe we find some snowmobiles to make runs," I suggest, remembering the winters we normally get and a way to survive against the walkers.

"That sounds good," Shane agreed, still paying no attention to me and my ideas. We kept driving, we were at least more than 12 miles the last time I checked. "It's more than 18," he reminded me which made me look down. He was right. More than 18 miles...shit.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a place," I tell him, trying to by some sort of excuse so that he wasn't thinking I was thinking things through. Yeah...he may have assisted in the attempt of rape with my daughter but...maybe he really is just forced into doing those things so that he could survive with the other group.

"A place for what?" Shane questioned me. Making me swallow hard, thinking of a good enough excuse and answer for him.

"Give him a fair shake. A shot," I tell him which makes his face twitch as though he had something he was dying to say but didn't just to save the trouble. "There," I say as I drove a while longer, finding the perfect place to leave the boy. "This'll do. We'll leave the boy here and scavenge some supplies," I inform Shane as I looked at where we would leave him.

"Over there," I called to Shane as I saw a walker cop make his way towards us slowly. "Wait," I tell Shane when I saw him pull out his hand gun and aim at the walker. "Like I said," I say as I lowered his gun and watched the walker come closer to us.

Pulling out my pocket knife, I flipped it opened and cut into my finger. Smearing the new blood along the fence, I watched as the walker ran towards the blood greedily. The walker clung to the fence, his tongue sticking out and licking the blood off of it. Quickly I grabbed my knife and killed it. "Gun's quick, easy, but other ways to do this," I tell him but soon saw another walker head towards us. "One more. Your turn," I state as he looked to me then back to the walker, following my steps and killing the walker.

We walk inside, checking the place and notice that there was a pile of burnt bodies. "Hey, Rick. I don't see any bites," Shane tells me as he dragged the bodies to lay side by side, checking for bites and any scratches. Looking away from the fuel tanks I had found in the back of a truck.

"Gotta be scratches then..." I say as I stand beside him, seeing that there was no bites or scratches, just ones that were vague enough to pass as scratches. "This one's hand, other one's cheek. They had walkers here. Burned bodies down the hill," I try to tell him as I pointed to each dead walker.

"I guess it gotta be scratches then, huh?" Shane mumbled, looking at the walkers and squinting at them from either the light or the slight confusion. We then decided to get Randall out from the car and in the spot I had pointed out to Shane.


KPOV

"Kat?..." I hear Carl's small voice ask me as we sat there, I was marking his work and checking it over. Carl sat there patiently, waiting for me to finish but his bright blues examined me.

"Mmmhm," I answer him, focused on marking the work and not making a mistake. His head was proped on his hand that was being supported by his elbow resting on the table. He looks so...curious.

"What exactly is 'rape'?" he asked me out of the blue. My palms began to sweat, my heart pounding and head spinning. What do I tell him? Oh fuck...I don't know if I should say...should I?

"Well it's...it's when people try and force you to do things you don't want to do," I tell him, knowing it sounded vague and not entirely correct but...maybe he would relate to it.

"Oh...so like when mom forces me to do my homework?" Carl asked me as though he knew what I ment. Trying to put that term into an example like that so he could understand better. I gulped and looked down at the paper after sighing, my body becoming un tense from the conversation as I was close to possibly losing it.

"Well...sorta but...it's more...intimate. Damaging," I say, trying not to be too specific as I still felt a little sore about the conversation. It's a little difficult to explain rape to your baby brother when you were almost raped yourself more than a week ago.

"Oh..." Carl said, his voice sounding more sad. Depressed even. As though he knew what I meant and didn't like the sound of it. He probably doesn't. Just like I wouldn't like to see Carl hurt...he doesn't like me hurt or sad. It's just how family is.

"Don't worry Carl. I won't let anything like that happen to me or to you. Or mom or dad. It won't happen. Not as long as I'm alive and breathing. I'll protect you. No matter what," I tell him, making more of an oath to myself than to him. I won't let him experience that. Not like I did. I'll kill the fucker before he could hurt Carl that way.

"It's what big sisters do," Carl said with a smile as I looked at him, gripping onto his hair at the back of his head I made him look up at me. Smiling at this words, I loosened my grip and messed his hair a little where my hand laid.

"Exactly. It's what big sisters do," I repeated pleased that he knew I meant what I said. The seriousness was now gone, only pure love was left between us. Shutting our eyes, I pulled Carl's head to mine and kissed his forehead. Carl is the one thing I will never fail. Ever.


RPOV

Dragging Randall to the spot, I took his blindfold off and earphones. "The hell is this?" Randall asked as he looked around confused as to what was happened. "Oh, come on, don't be stupid. I owe you guys!" he called after us as we turned to leave. "I can help protect what you've got. Why would you save my life just to kill me by leaving me here? One guy! One guy can't make it alone. That's why I was with those dudes! I was alone," he tried to reason to us. I turned to look at him, pulling out a knife, I threw it on the ground so that he could crawl and escape if he had the chance, strength and time.

"Don't be stupid! I'm not like them! I'm just some guy! I used to watch football and screw around on the Internet. I lived with my mom! I lost her like you lost people. I went to school with Maggie for God's sake!" he shouted to us. This made me and Shane stop. Both of us unsure what to do or say. "I went to church. I rode the bench on varsity baseball," he continued as we turned back and walked up to him.

"You went to school with Maggie? You go to school with Maggie? Answer the question! Did you go to school with Maggie?!" I asked him as Shane would repeat my question, both of us angry knowing that he knew exactly where we were.

"I-it-she didn't know me! Didn't even know I existed. I mean, I knew her. I knew who her dad was. There is no way I would ever do anything. To hurt her or her family," he said which made us relieved, turning our backs to head back and ignoring his words.

"Jesus," Shane mumbled as we walked away, rubbing at his head frustrated. I was unsure as to what to do. Maybe he's telling the truth. Maybe he had to do what they said in order to survive...fuck. What do I do?

"Or you! Or your people! I'm not like the guys I was with!" the boy shouted at us as we could hear him squirming around, pleading for his life and begging for us to take him with us.

"He knows where the farm is, Rick. Where we are...he knows. Say he finds his way back to his people..." Shane tries to convince me as we stop, I was looking towards the boy and Shane had his back to him. I didn't know what to say...or think. Instead I stood there, but I then saw Shane quickly pull his gun out and aimed at the kid.

"Shane, no!" I shout as Shane went to shoot at the boy. Pushing Shane so he would miss and save the boy's life. Shane hit the car and fell to sit down on the ground. "Not now! Just not now!" I shout at him, my voice stern and eyes focused on him. My foot planted on the gun, watching as Shane sat up on his ass.

"Well, when, Rick? When?" Shane asked me curious as to what was going to happen with the boy we held captive. Kicking Shane's gun to the side, I watched Shane look up at me. The look in his eyes were dark. Menacing.

"When I've had a chance to think about it," I tell him, walking away and hearing the thump of the gun fly off towards the distance. My head spun with my thoughts. What do I do?

"Don't let him kill me. Please don't," Randall pleaded as he laid on the floor, crawling and shuffling. At this moment he stopped. He's probably scared for his life. Shane almost killed him.

"Shut up!" I shout at Randall, fed up with his continuous pleading and whining. "We're going back. It's a man's life. I need a night to think it through," I say as I turn to look at Shane. What do I say to Kat?

"You're gonna bring this piece of garbage-this piece of garbage who-...he shot at you, Rick. He ran with men who tried to kill you. He assisted in the attempted rape of your daughter Rick! Jesus Christ..." Shane blurted and made me wince. "You gonna bring him back to where Lori sleeps? To where Carl and Kat sleep?" Shane asked as he pointed directly to the boy who laid on the ground.

"He'll be locked up in the barn, unless you bust it open," I mumbled remembering the time he opened up the barn filled with walkers. Making us all have a tough time. Kat...she...fuck. She wouldn't talk to me properly for an entire week. Mentioning Sophia to her was hell. She would turn cold and distant. Walk away and cry to herself sometimes. I don't want her worrying this time. Not with this situation.

"Oh, don't start that shit," Shane said when I got upclose to me, he was getting angered with our conversation. He knew what he did to Kat too. Not only did he make her suffer but he hurt her. Laying his hand on her like that.

"I'm taking the night," I tell him as I began to walk away, turning my back on him again.

"Man, you take that. You think on it, Rick. Keep struggling with it. It ain't hard, man. The right choice is the one that keeps us alive. It's always the same with you. It's like the first moment. It's whenever you're put to the test," Shane shouted at me, getting to his feet and getting closer to me.

"Stop acting like you know the way ahead, like you know the rules," I growled at him, unhappy that he was trying to go against me. Trying to make me doubt myself and turn against what I believed in. "There are no rules, man. We're lost," I remind him, thinking about everything that had happened and what this word had turned us into.

"No-no-no, man. I know exactly where I am," Shane disagreed with me, turning my back on him again. Rubbing at my nose and face, unsure of what was going on and what to do. Too many thoughts crossing my mind all at the same time.

"You don't know shit anymore," I shouted, unhappy with his words and how he was trying to make things seem as though they weren't what they seemed. Kat was right...he really is losing it.

"I don't think you can do it, Rick," Shane challenged me. As though he knew what I was like anymore. Fuck...guess we both changed. Huh? What a great world this makes people be.

"It's my call, man," I tell him and didn't want to argue anymore. This isn't like him. This isn't like us! What the fuck are we doing arguing like this?! We need to get back and sleep on it. I don't want to waste anymore time than we already have.

"I don't think you can keep them safe," Shane tells me which makes me pause a moment, my body was turned away from him and when I turned to look at him, I knew he was challenging me. Challenging my parental skills. My matial skills. That I am not a good protector anymore. He's wrong...and I've had enough.

The two of us began fighting, blocking, punching, grabbing and throwing each other around. Throwing things on top of each other, hurting each other and punching each other as well as we could. "Get off me, man," Shane growled at me as we tried to get the upper hand. The two of us were gunless, trying to find weapons of sorts and when Shane threw a motorbike ontop of me, I was winded and Shane had found a gun.

He went to aim it at Randall again but I stopped him. Both of us grunting, growling and trying to get the better part of the fight. The one who wasn't getting their ass kicked more. We both got our good set of punches and other hits in. Still it was no where near finished. Slamming my fist into Shane's face a few times, I got to my feet and stepped back a few.

"You're not doing this! You don't get to make these calls anymore. I won't let you," I growled at him. Breathless from the fight and possibly the motorbike that had crushed me mere moments ago. Shane was getting to his feet, ready to continue the fight and picked up a wrench. He threw it at me, it went spiraling towards me but I quickly ducked.

Glass shattered above me, Shane stared at something behind me and this was when I heard the moans. The hands gripping to get out. The stumbling of their feet as one climbed out, killing him using my knife, quickly I pulled him to lay on top of me. To mask my body like Daryl had in order to save T-Dog from the herd that made Sophia run away.

Walkers soon piled out of their hiding place and followed Shane to wherever he ran off to. Throwing the walker off me when I felt the time had come when I knew no more walkers would climb out, I moved to get to my feet and then saw another walker fall out of the smashed window.

Keeping low, I tried to run away from the walker and soon found my gun hidden under a car. Taking my gun, I saw the walker that had followed me walk towards me, shooting it down I was winded again when it fell on top of me. Groaning, I then looked around the walker to see he had been followed by another walker which spotted me.

Climbing onto the other walker, I went to shoot and it slapped my hand. Making me miss. Reaching for me, I aimed my gun as well as I could and shot. The walker fell flat dead atop the walker I had killed first. Suddenly, another weight was added to the never ending pile of walkers. He was gripping and reaching for me. Instead I went to aim but couldn't find it. Finding a new way to aim, I slipped the barrel of my gun to the first walker's mouth. Shooting three times, I made sure the top walker was dead.

Reaching for my knife, I pushed the walkers off me and got to my feet. Spotting Randall with his feet free, he held onto the knife I had thrown on the floor. He was about to make a run for it but I stopped him. Cocking my gun, I aimed it at him. "Oh! Holy shit," Randall cursed when he noticed me.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" I questioned him, grabbing him by the collar and hauling him towards a car to hide. The boy trembled in fear letting him go, I slipped my gun into my holster and saw Shane's gun laid on the floor.

"What did you expect me to do? Please, just let me go, man. That's what you came here for. I'm not gonna tell anyone anything," Randall pleaded, on his knees and looking at me with worried eyes.

"Shut up," I growled at him. Looking up, I took Shane's gun and saw walkers line the bus. Trying to get whatever was inside there. That was when I saw Shane with his back against the door, trying to not allow entry to the walkers in the bus.

"You wanna stay here? Help the guy that just tried to bash your head in? There's 10 roamers there. You think you can take them on? They don't see us. We can get out of here. Oh, come on. Fine! But let me have a gun. I'll help you. I'll show you. I can. I know it," he mumbled as I thought things over.

"Let's go," I growled as I gripped onto the boy's shirt. Dragging him to walk backwards as we retreated. He brought this on himself. Didn't he say it? To survive in this world we can't be the good guy anymore. Not in this world.

"What?" Randall asked me confused as he complied and shuffled back as best as he could. He was confused as to what was going on but at this moment my eyes were glued to the bus. Shane will probably see us...

"He did this. We're going," I growled and decided to walk away. Leaving Shane there. He got what was coming to him. For challenging me. For hurting my daughter. For going against my rules. My terms.

"Oh, thank you. Thank you," Randall spoke as I shoved him and pushed him towards the car. Shane glanced at me, his face pressed up against the window and pleading me not to go.

"Stay there," I growled at Randall as I went to check the bodies. Pulling out their guns, I took the ammo they had and noticed there were definatly no bites or scratches. Fuck...is what Jenner said...true?

"Shane! Run! Go for the back door! Come on! Come on, get in! Go, man, go! Come on!" I shouted to Shane, deciding I couldn't leave him behind like that. That maybe he had learnt his lesson and that maybe being the good guy can actually save your life more than end it. Taking down walkers while Randall drove, Shane climbed in through the open back window.

"Whoo! Yeah! Hell yeah! You see that? You see what we did?" Randall shouted and cheered to himself after he smashed a walker's head and drove out. Driving down streets, Shane was panting from the run and adrenaline he had pumping through his veins.

"Just keep driving," I growled and he stopped with his happy time. Driving further, I directed him and told him to stop. Tying him up again, we threw him at the back of the car. Shane and I sat down on the front, staring into the distance as we were pondering in our thoughts.

"If you wanna kill me, you're gonna have to do better than a wrench. Probably gonna have to kill that boy, but I am gonna think about it a night. It can't be that easy, killing someone, killing anyone. You know that," I say reminding him of the Otis situation, hopeful that he knew it was wrong even if his intentions were right.

"That is my wife. That is my daughter. That is my son. That is my child. If you're gonna be with us, you gotta follow my lead, you gotta trust me. It's time for you to come back," I tell him, holding out his gun he looked at me and he gave me a long, hard look. Taking the gun from my hand, we decided to head back. To the farm...fuck. What do I tell Kat?


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