A/N: I know it's short, but I finally got in the mood to write again. I'd really like to get this story caught up to the show so that I can write along when season 4 starts, but I don't know if that'll happen. Hope you all enjoy! Make sure to write a review if you like!

The day was unusually chill for being a late August noon in Georgia. The dewdrops on the plants hadn't even dried up yet. It was as if the sun had taken a vacation.

Nine decided that morning to take a horseback ride along the outskirts of the farm. She intended on going out for a run at first, but Daryl made it known that he would rather not go without him, since he wanted to help.

This way, Nine could have some time to herself to think, and the people of the farm could have some time to discuss what to do with their hostage.

But Nine was worried. What if these people asked her to leave? What about Daryl? She thought. I can't lose him.

After a few hours, the sun started to heat the earth a little more, and Nine had done all the deep thinking her mind would allow her to do without worrying herself sick.

She dismounted her horse and stuck a carrot in front of its mouth. The black friesian was delighted, and ate it right up. Nine walked up to the farmhouse where everyone stood inside, talking about the topic of the week. She stood against the wall, listening to their muffled voices. It was so quiet outside that she could nearly make out what they were saying.

Inside, Dale was on the verge of panic. "You can't do this!" He shouted.

"And what else are we gonna do? Leave this punk here on the farm around Carol and Sophia? Maggie and Beth? You know what kind a group he's from! None of us are safe if he's here!" Daryl shouted back.

"I can't believe this." Dale muttered.

Nine wished she knew the full story. Since she just arrived, she had no idea who Randall even was or where he came from. All she knew was that he seemed to be a real problem for this group.

"Isn't there another way?" Dale pleaded.

Rick spoke up. "I know what we'll do. Shane and I, we'll drive him out, 20, 18 miles or so and leave him with a little bit of supplies."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Andrea asked.

Shane, although he wished Rick would just off Randall's head instead of going through all this trouble, crossed his arms. "He's not staying here. We need to remove him as soon as possible."

Rick nodded once. "Then it's decided."

Later that day, Nine found a tree that was easily climbable, and she took the opportunity to indulge in one of her favorite childhood pastimes.

Daryl found her though, since she took her black stallion almost everywhere with her. He approached the tree she was sitting in and looked up at her.

She looked back down at him, smiling faintly.

"See any walkers up there?" He asked, half-joking.

"Luckily, no." She climbed down a few branches before swinging on one and jumping down to the ground.

She stood in front of him, looking into his light blue eyes. He nervously shuffled his feet a bit, looking from the ground back to her.

"I don't think they like me very much." Nine said softly.

"Why d'ya say that?"

"I kinda... made a fool of myself when I was talking to the Sheriff's wife." She absentmindedly tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I got a little too excited when she mentioned being pregnant." Nine sighed.

"Ah, don't worry 'bout it. They all oughtta welcome you. You saved my life." Daryl's words put a smile of her face. "Later, we'll go out on that run together. But Rick needs me right now, I gotta move."

Nine nodded. Daryl smiled shyly and turned, walking away.

"Daryl, wait!" She called after him, running to his side. He turned back to her.

"Yeah?"

"What if... What if they ask me to leave?"

He paused, looking at her. "Then I'll leave too."