"How do you know Randall?" His whole exterior changes. He stiffens and his arms fall to his sides.

"I don't." I nod. There's no need to push it if he's just going to deny it. We have to interrogate Randall anyway. I nod and turn to Andrea. Her face turns pale and it makes me smile a little in my head. I shake my head and turn back to Shane.

"Can we talk?" He narrows his eyes a little before nodding. I walk away from the three and hear footsteps behind me, letting me know Shane's following. Once we're out of earshot, I turn around. "Can we play nice?" He crosses his arms.

"You're the one who's not playing nice." I keep my thoughts to myself as I decide to be the bigger person.

"We need to get along, even if it's only in public."

"Why?" I roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"For Belle, Shane." He raises his eyebrows.

"Oh, so I'm her dad now?" I feel my jaw drop and I slap him across the face, hard. He brings his hand to his face and looks at me with such anger, such shock.

"Never mind then. You can go back to fucking Andrea, maybe you'll get a child that actually wants to call you dad." I spit, rendering him speechless. After we stand, glaring at each other for several minutes, I decide to stomp off. I stomp all the way to Daryl's campsite, surprising me a little. Now's the time I'd need to talk with Merle. Speaking of Merle, I sure hope he's still alive. I hope to find him alive. We can't have another death on our hands, especially Daryl.

"What do ye want?" He asks, coming out a little harsh. It hurts me and I don't know why, this is how he is to everyone else. I cross my arms and stare him down but his eyes don't meet mine, they stay trained on the arrows he's sharpening.

"When are you interrogating Randall?" He looks up at me, his eyebrows knitted together.

"What makes ye think I'm doin' it?"

"Who else would?" He thinks for a second, before giving up.

"When I'm done sharpenin' these." I nod and unfold my arms.

"Come get me when you're done." He raises his eyebrows as he stands up, taking a step closer to me.

"Why do ye want to talk to 'im?" Why do I have to explain myself to everyone in this group?

"I have things I need to get clarified, okay?" He scoffs and throws his bow over his back.

"Let's go have that talk then." I don't question it as he stands up and starts his walk to the barn. Once we're about halfway there, he looks from me to the grass a few times. "Why didn't ye just talk to him yourself?" I nod my head at the barn as it comes in view.

"Meet the guards." I hear him scoff out a chuckle. Maybe he's letting a few walls down already.

"What are you guys doing?" Blair asks, looking a little shaken up.

"Rick asked me to have a chat with Randall." I look and see that the sun has just risen a bit above the barn. We've been so consumed in Randall, I guess no one realized how late it really was.

"And you?"

"You guys have been relieved, I'm Daryl's look out man." Shane squints at me before nodding. The three head off as Daryl goes inside the barn and I stay outside the barn doors, making sure his conversation is nothing but peaceful. I listen closely, hanging on every word the two say. I hear Daryl periodically punch Randall, but I'm only going to stop it when it's not helping him. It doesn't seem to be helping him too much, but he's gotten a few answers from the boy.

"What about Blair?" I hear Randall ask before I hear spitting.

"What about him?"

"Send that pretty lady in, the one who saved my life. I wanna talk to her." I stand from my crouching position and place my hand on the door. I hear a punch before I rush in, grabbing Daryl off Randall. Randall looks at me with pleading eyes as Daryl looks at me with anger.

"Go." I turn and look at Randall before squatting down.

"But-" I cut him off by shoving my finger to the barn door. I hear him mumble something before the barn door slams shut. Randall looks at me then looks down. I look at what he's gazing at and see Hershel's bandaged him up, but he's bleeding from his bandage. Fucking Daryl. I huff before sitting down. This is going to take a while.

"Let's cut the shit, I want to know how you know Blair." He scrunches his face up.

"How do you know I know him?"

"The way you guys looked at each other, it's obvious." He nods lightly.

"The group I was with, he was in it too." I nod, holding onto his words as though they're life or death. "He, uh, he.." He trails off, looking back to his leg.

"He what?" He looks into my eyes and I can see the look of fear and dread cross his features.

"He told us where he was staying one night, that he found a woman and child who were looking for their little girl. He said he knew you were apart of a bigger group since you hardly had anything in your bag. He said that once he could, he'd slip out and get us." I feel my blood run cold. "Did you hear what I told the huntsman about my group? What they do to the groups they encounter?" I nod, not wanting to have to face these people hand to hand.

"Were you in on it?" He shakes his head fast as tears start to well in his eyes.

"Blair was, he actually started it. He took the leader role when our leader died, he made us do things that weren't right." He looks down as he shakes his head again, a tear falling from his cheek. As he goes to speak, I can hear how raw his voice sounds. "We didn't want to do any of that!" I stand up and open the barn doors to find Glenn on watch. Where did Daryl go?

"Can you get me a water?" He nods and walks off. I close the door and lean against the wall. "What do you think I should do?" He looks up at me, hope filling his eyes.

"I don't know what you should do, but you shouldn't trust Blair." I nod as the door opens a bit and Glenn hands me a water bottle.

"Thank you." He nods as he closes the door back. I move to Randall and unscrew the lid, then put the bottle to his mouth as if he were a child. Once he drinks half of it, I stand back up and screw the cap on. "I'm going to send our doctor in here to fix the damage to your leg." I sigh as I look at the, now dried, blood on his pants. "I'm sorry." He shakes his head.

"It's not your fault." How can he be so okay with what has happened to him? We literally destroyed his leg, took him hostage, and beat the holy hell out of him. I would not be this upbeat.

"No one will interrogate you without me present, there will be no more pain for you." His eyes fill with hope as I leave. Glenn walks a few steps away from the barn before talking to me.

"You really mean that?" I hesitantly nod. "You believe him?"

"I'm pretty sure he's telling me the truth."

"How?"

"He had this look in his eyes. I don't know what to call it, but I believe he's telling the truth." He sends me a half smile with a shrug. "I'm going to talk with Rick and see what he says." I start to walk away as he starts to walk back to the barn.

"Have fun!" I smile as I stop by the stairs of the house, where the whole group is, with the exception of Glenn.

"There's no way we're letting him stick around. Did you not hear what Daryl said at breakfast?" Carol asks. Was I really talking with Randall so long I missed breakfast? Oh well.

"He's human." Dale defends, but most of the group looks uneasy. When I go to speak, Rick cuts me off.

"No more talk about Randall. Dale, try to get as many people as you can on your side and majority will win. We'll discuss in the house after dinner." Everyone disperses except for Dale and me. He turns to me, a hopeless look on his face.

"I'm guessing you're with your brother on this?" I shake my head with a small smile.

"I'm hardly ever on his side." He furrows his eyebrows together.

"Something make you change your mind?" I look around and see no one around before I lean closer to Dale.

"Randall said Blair was in his group, I'm pretty sure he was telling the truth too." Dales eyes widen.

"We need to tell Rick." I shake my head.

"No. I'm going to keep an eye on him and bring it up to him during our meeting. You go deal with getting people to see it our way while I watch him." He sends me a loving smile. I chuckle a little. "What's up?" He laughs a little before puckering his bottom lip.

"Will you get Daryl on our side? He'd listen to you over me any day of the week." I roll my eyes with a laugh.

"I've got you, Dale. See you at dinner."

"See ya!" He calls over his shoulder as he walks away. I stop by Hershel and send him a smile, which he returns.

"Could you check on Randall for me? His first interrogation didn't go as smooth as it should have." He nod before walking away. He truly is a man of very few words. I decide to head to Daryl's camp, which is still far away from the group. Once I sit on the log next to Daryl, I watch Blair walk around with Shane when Dale approaches them.

"Can I help ye?" He asks as he sharpens his arrows once more. I grab one of his arrows from off the ground and hold it to my top lip.

"What are your thoughts on the one and only Randall?" I watch as a small smile creeps on his face before he scoffs it away. I don't know why he doesn't smile, it's quite endearing. I hold the arrow to his mouth and he just pushes it away. "Buzz kill." I muttered before putting it back. "But I am serious." He sighs a long sigh.

"I'm with Rick on this one."

"Why?" He looks at me with big eyes.

"Why? 'Cause of what 'is group does to woman. What if we let 'im stay and he brought his group back 'ere? They'd kill all the men and rape ye woman and the kids." I shake my head.

"I don't think he'd do that." He squints his eyes at me before moving onto his next arrow.

"Why not?"

"He seemed genuine when he answered." He scoffs, chuckling a bit. "What?" I cross my arms again, growing irritated with him now.

"Ye've talked to the guy once and ye act like ye know 'em." It's my turn to scoff as I uncross my arms and turn around.

"Whatever. Come get me before you interrogate him anymore." I start to walk away from him, but I can feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of my head.

"Why?" I turn around and walk backwards.

"Don't know. Talked to the guy one time and I know he's better then the group thinks." I add my smile at the end of my mockery before turning back around, not waiting for his response.