Daryl sat there and watched as I cleaned the rag I had used on his hand and then hung it up to dry. “I don’t want ya near that guy.” Daryl’s statement caught me off guard making me drop the rag on the ground. I wasn’t expecting him to say anything really.
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on it,” I assured, reaching down to pick it up. I rubbed the dirt off before hanging it back up. “I don’t know how I feel about ya’ll killing him, but I know I sure as hell don’t want him anywhere near Riley.”
“Killin’ ‘im’s the only way to be sure he don’t go near anyone.”
I sighed and nodded, turning to look at him. “I know.” I watched as he stood up and began walking away. “Where are you going?”
“Back ta camp,” He replyed turning to look at me.
“Mind if I come?”
He shrugged and I took that as a yes and fell into step beside him. Once we made it back, I sat underneath the tree’s shade. In the sun it was pretty warm, but in the shade it felt good. I still had Daryl’s shirt on and I wrapped it around me a little tighter as I sat in the shade.
Daryl snorted at me as he looked over. “Why ya still wearin’ that thing?”
“It’s comfy. I like it.” I said, smiling at him. He just shook his head, the hint of a smirk on his face as he began picking through the arrows he made.
I sat there and watched him for a few moments, admiring the way his hands ran across them looking for any sign of weakness. I smiled to myself. It was peaceful, no walkers, no drama. Just the quiet. But it was soon broken by Daryl as Dale made his way up to our camp.
“I came out here ta get away from you people.” He complained.
“It’ll take more than that,” Dale remarked.
“Carol send ya?” He questioned not bothering to look at the older man.
“She’s not the only one who’s concerned about you, your new role in the group.”
“I don’t need my head shrunk,” Daryl said. “This groups broken. I’m better off fendin’ for myself.”
I stood up and walked a bit closer as Dale said, “You act like you don’t care.”
“Yeah, it’s cause I don’t,” Daryl replied slinging a long sleeved shirt on with a leather vest over it.
‘A vest with angel wings?’ I thought. ‘Seems fitting since he is my savior,’ I fought to contain the bubble of laughter that threatened to come out, and surprisingly I was able to do it.
“So live or die, you don’t care what happens to Randall?” Dale questioned.