Protector || Shane Walsh

Chapter 30

"Okay, Guru." Glenn says with a laugh. "Have you told Shane you love him?"

"As a matter of fact, I have." I say as I sit up straight and hold my head high. "Earlier today actually."

"Really? Was this before or after you lost your shit at everyone?"

I cross my arms. "After."

"Yeah? How'd he take it?"

"Very well." I smirk, thinking back to Shane's naked body hovering over mine. "He even said it back."

Glenn smiles fondly at me. "I'm happy for you guys."

"Thank you. Now, hurry up and tell Maggie, so I can be happy for you guys, too."

He laughs while he watches the trees.

I watch him for a moment, staring at him as my heart swells with platonic love.

"Look at us," I say, sitting back in the chair. "giving each other relationship advice."

Glenn looks at me and chuckles.

"We need some wine next time." I add.

Then I stand up and pat him on the shoulder as I leave.

"Mia?" Glenn calls softly as I reach the ladder.

I turn and look at him.

"Thanks." he says with a smile.

I return the smile before descending the ladder.

~

Days go by and this Randall situation is odd.

Guarding him and feeding him has given us something else to do with our day.

It's given us a sense of purpose and feels like we're working towards something.

Which we are, I guess.

At the end of the week, after Randall's leg has recovered, we're taking him out of town and letting him go.

We all managed a somewhat civil discussion on the matter and this is the solution we agreed upon.

The options were: let him stay, let him go or kill him.

We don't kill the living. It shouldn't even be an option to begin with.

Before coming here, he had tried to kill Rick, Glenn and Hershel. So letting him stay would be difficult. We won't be able to trust him and we'll be forever checking over our shoulders. Until he'd potentially run away, find his people and bring them back to the farm.

Taking him away and setting him free is the best option. For everybody.

We've just got to make it to the end of the week.

And a week it's been so far.

My days have taken an appealing direction.

Each day, I've gone out into the woods with Daryl, to learn how to track.

I've learned the basics quite quick, Daryl commenting on my attention to detail. Something I've heard often, regarding my art.

But tracking isn't just about seeing.

You have to listen.

You have to be fully aware of your surroundings.

And you have to be able to know and predict the nature and the habits of whatever it is you are tracking.

It's fantastic and fascinating.

On today's outing, I managed to score a lesson with Daryl's crossbow. My aiming and shooting was decent but the hardest part was reloading the arrows.