Well, here we are. I'm planning season 3, the storyline for other characters, and it's coming together. Also The Ones Who Live is insane, I'm loving it so much, and didn't realise how much I missed Rick from the show. No time to dwell, let's get straight into it.

Disclaimer I don't own The Walking Dead just my ocs and plotlines.

Little flashback

Maya's POV

Her and Carl were wondering around. They had managed to find Daryl's gun. Well, stole it from his bike and were now wandering around the marsh, which was close to the farm. They will be fine. They've had training.

"You sure this is a good idea?" She asks him, her friend that is leading her in the woods.

"What? You scared?" Carl taunts and she frowns.

"No." She lies straight through her teeth.

The truth was she was scared. What happens if one of the dead came through? They only had one gun. They've never had to take down a walker before. So she was a bit scared.

"You are." He laughs before he stops. "Get down." He hisses and they both drop to the floor.

She looks at him with wide eyes. "What is it?" She whispers.

He looks at her with scared eyes. "A walker."

Oh no. She is scared looking at the walker. Seeing her dad get ripped apart by many of them, now there's one right there.

Some time had passed before Carl started to get up. She grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"It's stuck. It would've moved on by now. So I'm gonna kill it." Carl smiles before they went towards the walker. It was across the marsh, the only thing separating them from it was a log in the middle. Carl grows a stone and turns to her. "Watch this."

He throws it at the walker and it hits it in the head. It lets out a noise.

She giggles and picks one up before doing the same.

"Score!" Carl cheers and the walker was snarling at them.

They were messing around with it for a bit before Carl had another idea. She could tell from the look on his face.

"Let's go across." He grins and she stops smiling.

"What?" She asks him.

"Come on, it'll be fun. Plus, it's stuck. So it won't get us. And don't worry, I'll protect you." He unholsters the gun, making a point.

She hesitates for a second before nodding. He grabs her hand and they quickly go across the log and the walker snarls at them.

They managed to get past it and continued throwing stuff at it.

Carl raises his gun and her eyes widen.

"Do it." She urges, smiling at her friend. Her friend will be a hero.

Everything happened so fast. The walker got free and lunged at Carl. She screamed and fell back. Luckily enough the walker got the gun, and Carl fell back with a cry.

He scurried away and the walker was reaching for them but one of its feet was still stuck.

"Come on!" She urges and quickly grabs the fallen gun that fell inches away from her from Carl falling back.

They both ran off.

Current time

Callie's POV

Daryl and Shane escorted a hobbling Randall out of the shed while herself and Rick follow.

"I'll do it." Rick says and she looks at him. "It has to be me."

"Why?" She asks him. She was intrigued. They were both leaders, did he not trust her to do it?

"It was my decision to bring him back... twice. I trust you." It was like he could see the gears turning in her head. "It just... it has to be me."

She nods her head.

The others were waiting by the fire pit. No one was in the house, not even the kids. They were all tired, but no one could sleep. So they all decided to sit and wait for the deed to be done. But Dale was nowhere to be found, he was too ashamed of the group.

"Hold on. Hold on. Hold on." Randall whines as they took him towards the barn. "Wait, wait."

Nothing he could do right now that would change their minds.

"Put him there." Rick orders and they stop him there and step away. Callie stood with Daryl while Shane stood a bit aways from them.

"Oh, hey! Hey!" He hisses and hobbles when balancing on the one leg.

He was blindfolded and his head was whipping around the place. Looking wildly but can't see anything.

"It'll all be over soon."

"What? What's gonna be over soon?" He starts crying and Callie bites her lip.

"Relax." Rick tries to calm him down but Randall starts sobbing, mumbling no through tears and snot. Callie makes eye contact with Daryl but his face remains impassive. "Would you like to stand or kneel?"

"Oh, no, please." Was all the sentence that he said through crying.

Daryl steps forward and shoves him down on his knees and Randall lets out a cry.

"Do you have any final words?" Rick asks him and unholsters his gun, aiming it at Randall's head.

Randall's body starts shaking from crying. "No, please. Please don't. Don't."

Rick grimaces, his finger on the trigger before a voice stops them.

"Do it, dad. Do it."

She looks towards the entrance of the barn and sees Carl. Shane and Rick meet eyes, horrified and Shane immediately goes to Carl. She was horrified at seeing the boy, wanting him to die. What was this world coming to?

"Are you kidding me? What'd I say to you?" He grabs Carl's arm and starts to pull him away. "What did I say to you?"

Callie looks back at Rick who looks pale, before he lifts the gun away from Randall's head.

"Take him away."

Daryl looks shocked before Rick repeats and he does as Rick says, picking up Randall who was now crying with relief.

Shane shakes his head with fury and smacks the door with rage and Carl looks at his father.

She looks at Rick and touches his shoulder.

The three of them, herself, Rick and Carl walked back to camp. Daryl took Randall back to the shed while Shane stormed off, trying to calm himself.

The group looked at them.

"We're keeping him in custody, for now."

Andrea smiles. "I'm gonna go find Dale."

Callie walks towards Jeremy who smiles at her. She knew Rick and Lori were going to talk about Carl. So she wanted to give them a bit of privacy.

Just then a loud scream erupts from the distance of the dark field.

"Get Carl." Rick orders Lori who nods.

"Baby."

"What happened?" Carl asks terrified.

"T-Dog, get a gun now!" Rick yells and the man nods before running to the RV.

Herself, Jeremy, Andrea and Damien run into the field, looking for Dale. He was the only one unaccounted for.

"Split up into pairs!" Callie barks and herself and Andrea run to the left, their knives on them, while the other two run to the right.

They heard Dale's screaming continue.

"Dale!" Callie calls out, hoping to get to the source immediately.

"Dale!" Andrea screams out.

They were both worried for the older man. He could be attacked by people, maybe Randall's group is finally here?

"Help!" They hear Daryl shout and see a flashlight waving in the distance. "Over here!" Her and Andrea put all of their strength into running to Daryl. "Help! Run!"

"Who is it?" Andrea asks Daryl as they come to a stop.

But what Callie saw made her stomach turn. There on the floor was Dale, his stomach ripped open and they could see all of his insides. It was a bloody mess.

"Oh my god." She mutters, swallowing hard to not try to puke.

"Oh, god." Andrea heaves at the sight and drops to her knees beside him.

"Rick!" She yells and sees a few more figures running towards them.

Shane, Rick, Jeremy, Damien, and practically everyone else arrived. They looked horrified at the sight of Dale, gasping for breath, choking on blood.

"Alright, just listen to my voice. Listen to me, alright?" Andrea soothes the man who looks at her with wide eyes. He was terrified.

"Get Hershel!" Rick roars.

"Get Tabby!" Callie barks and Glenn takes off towards the house.

It felt like forever, they were all just soothing Dale. Trying to keep him alive for as long as possible.

Daryl looked disturbed, Jeremy was shutting his eyes. Callie was looking at everyone, and she saw the kids. Carl, was crying into his mother. Connor was holding a crying Maya. Josie was throwing up and Carol was helping her. Richie was holding his sister, looking at Dale with wide eyes.

Everyone was falling apart and she didn't know what to do.

"We're here." Glenn shouts and him and Hershel and Tabby arrive.

"What happened?" Hershel asks.

"Dale, it's gonna be okay." Amy sobs to Dale, and Andrea was holding her and Dale's hand.

"Can we move him?" Rick asks the pair.

Hershel looked solemn. "He won't make the trip."

Rick nods his head. "You have to do the operation here. Glenn, get back to the house."

Glenn looked ready to leave but Tabby stops him.

"Rick."

The looks on both of Tabby's and Hershel's face were engraved in Callie's head. They were enough. She sighs, tears falling down her face and Rick cries out.

Andrea sobs loudly and everyone finally catches on to what they mean. There was no saving Dale. He was dying.

Dale was choking on blood, gurgling sounds erupting from him. His stomach ripped open and guts were hanging out.

"He's suffering." Andrea cries and both her and Rick were frozen. "Do something!"

Deep down, Callie knew Andrea was begging her and Rick to do something. But how could they?

Rick snaps into action and grabs his gun and everyone squeezes their eyes shut.

Callie watches as Rick holds out his gun, pointing it at Dale who looks at it, almost pleading for mercy. But Rick doesn't do anything, his hand starts shaking as sobs escape him.

That's when Daryl grabs the gun from Rick's hand and kneels down. Pressing the barrel of the gun to Dale's head. She saw Dale press his head against the gun, making more tears fall down her face.

"I'm sorry, brother."

The gun goes off. A huge crack echoing from the power of the colt.

She looks at Rick and it weighs down on them that they failed, once again they failed and lost another member.

Here we go, it all goes crazy from here. It's mad that we're finally at the end of the season. I wanted to leave it there to leave on a cliff hanger. I didn't want Callie to do it because I wanted it to be Daryl, it was his moment as part of the group, and became Rick's right hand so I didn't want to interrupt that. But don't worry, there may be a time where Callie will have to do it.