Chapter Twenty-Two
Daryl's POV
I woke up in the morning to Sumer kissing my forehead and Harry moving around and making normal baby noises.
"Good morning," Summer said smiling, "T-Dog came by a little while ago asking if you wanted to help him and Shane go into town to get Rick, Hershel, and Glenn. They still haven't come back yet. I told him I would let him know when you woke up."
"Yeah, I'll go," I said rubbing my eyes, "let T know while I get dressed."
She nodded and picked up Harry before walking out of the tent. I got dressed and made my way over to the house where I noticed everyone was. I adjusted my bow on my shoulder and approached T-Dog.
"We ready to go?" I asked.
"Just about," T-Dog said, "just waiting on Shane. He's in the house."
"Alright. Let's go," Shane said jogging down the steps.
We were about to pile in the car when another car pulled up and Rick, Hershel, and Glenn got out.
"Who's that in the car?" T-Dog asked.
"That," Glenn said, "is Randall."
"What the hell are we supposed to do with him?" Summer asked.
"For right now we will put him in the barn. His leg is torn up pretty bad. I'm gonna patch him up as best as possible and then we can figure out where to go from there," Hershel said, "Daryl can you help Rick and I get him in the barn?"
I nodded and helped Rick get him in the barn and we padlocked it shut. We walked back over to the group and I heard T-Dog suggest putting someone on watch at the barn just incase Randall tried to escape. Andrea, of course, was the first to volunteer. We agreed to let her do it because none of us really wanted to especially because we had just gotten off guard duty from having the walkers in the barn. We just decided to have Andrea do it and go about our normal daily activities.
Summer's POV
A few days after Randall showed up Rick and Shane decided to drive him out a few miles away from the farm and leave him. I didn't think it was the humane thing to do but I wanted to stay out of it. It wasn't my job to make any decisions. Daryl and I were sitting outside of our tent. He was feeding Harry and I was trying to tidy up the tent as best as I could.
"Daryl could you do me a favor," I heard Rick say.
I hadn't even heard the car pull up. I had no idea they were even back.
"What's up?" I heard Daryl reply and I walked out of the tent.
I smiled at Rick and he nodded at me before continuing to talk to Daryl.
"We found out that Randall went to high school with Maggie," Rick said, "we brought him back. He's locked in the barn again. Andrea is on guard again. I was wondering if you would mind having a little chat with Randall. See if he will tell you anything about his group because he's pretty much done talking to me and Shane."
"Yeah, I'll talk to him for ya," Daryl said, "just let me finish feeding the baby."
"Take your time," Rick said, "he's not going anywhere."
Rick nodded at me again and walked off toward his own tent.
"Don't go too hard on him," I said to Daryl taking Harry from him to burp him so he could get going, "find out what's up with him but don't get to crazy with yourself. I know how you get when you feel like you or someone you care about is threatened."
"I'll be on my best behavior, I promise," he said and kissed me before walking off toward the barn.
I finished burping Harry and figured I would go hang out with Lori and Carol while Daryl went to do whatever he needed to do with Randall.
Daryl's POV
I walked into the barn and closed the door behind me. Randall immediately looked up, expecting the worst, and he was gonna get it.
"How many of you are there?" I asked him sitting down on the stool that was in the barn.
"Thirty," he said, "Lots of weapons. I'll tell you whatever you want, just don't hurt me. Try and convince them to let me go. I'm just a normal guy. I liked to hang out with my friends and sit on the internet. I never did any of the horrible things my group did. I swear."
"How am I supposed to believe that?" I asked him standing up and walking close to him, "You were shooting at my people just like the other people you were with. How do I know you wouldn't do these so called terrible things."
"Because the guys in my group, they're ruthless," Randall said, "we came across a group like yours a little while back. There was a family. A dad and his two daughters. They were cute, like that Summer girl that's around here."
As soon as I heard Summer's name I started to get pissed.
"That Summer girl is my wife, so you better watch what comes out of your mouth next," I said and punched him, "now keep talking."
"I didn't mean anything by saying anything about her, I swear," he said and I lifted my fist and he flinched, "the guys in my group, they had their way with the daughters and made the dad watch. It was horrible. But I had nothing to do with that I swear. I would never do anything like that. But these guys aren't even looking for me, you don't have to worry about anything."
I punched him again.
"I don't have to worry about anything?" I said punching him again, "my wife and son are in this camp like hell I don't have anything to worry about. They will probably come looking for you. It's what people do. They want to keep their group together."
"They left me for dead!" Randall shouted, "They aren't coming to look for me!"
"Like hell they ain't," I said and punched him again, "I'm done with you for now. Be thankful I didn't beat you down even worse."
I walked out of the barn and locked the door behind me and walked over to the group around the fire. I pulled my bandana out after walking up there and started to clean my bloody knuckles.
"What did he say?" Summer asked.
"There's thirty of them, heavily armed," I said, "we have to be ready. From what he told me if they roll through our men will be dead and our women will wish they were."
I saw the look on Rick's face darken and he walked away to talk to Shane and Summer came over to me and we walked back over to our tent area.