A/N: This is a request for a pretty awesome writer 22girlsin1; Andrea realizes that Philip has had feelings for her ever since their first encounter, but those feelings are not mutual; she admires him as a man and as the person he is, but she doesn't feel the same. The loveless woman finds comfort in another man wandering Woodbury, by the way, this takes place in Season three somewhere in the beginning, but there is no true scene from the TV show itself; I hope you enjoy it, it will be good! TWO-SHOT BTW
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own this! I gladly leave it to Mr. Kirkman and all the other lovely minds behind it, nor do I make any profit!
Warnings: Language, slight violence, and sexual themes
These Unrequited Emotions: Walking Dead
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She took a sip from her glass of whiskey, given to her by Philip. He sat across from her at his kitchen table, staring at her contently. Just looking at her lovely being made his heart flutter and his mouth water. He almost felt like a child again whenever they were together.
He had to share something much more intimate with her other than that whiskey he so thoroughly enjoyed.
"Would you like to see my garden, it will only take a few minutes?" his southern coated voice had finally broken the silence that bound the two of them so close together, and she set her glass down with a friendly smile. She nodded; "Sure," she stood up just moments after Philip, and the two left his apartment, and fled in to the back. Once the lovely flowers and plants had made it in to Andrea's view, she was speechless;
"How did you manage to grow all of them?" she asked out of pure curiosity, and Philip just stood there, one hand in his hunting trouser pocket, a square glass in the other and a smile on his lips, watching Andrea admire the beauty of the flowers.
Philip looked over at the flowers too.
"There were already a few growin', so I decided to keep waterin' them, keep them alive and this is what happened, I love them all," Philip answered very smoothly and honestly, taking an extra sip from his glass.
Andrea put both of her hands in her cargo pant pockets and turned to face the Governor. He stood a foot taller than her, staring down at her, losing his every last thought in those blue eyes of hers.
He noticed himself stepping up to the plate very slowly, one hand reaching out to hold her hip, but she interrupted him. She placed a gentle hand in the middle of his chest and flashed him a beautiful smile. "I'm sorry, I-" she was now interrupted, but he batted his eyes and gave her a friendly smile in return. "No, don't be sorry, it was my fault, I guess its just the whiskey talkin'," he reassured her as calmly as he possibly could, returning his hands in to the pockets of his hunting trousers. Andrea looked down at her feet just before giving him one last smile.
"Thank you for the drink, and for showing me these beautiful flowers," she said with that same smile, and the two of them left; Andrea headed for town, while Philip stayed inside, watching her from a window.
Why couldn't he get her off his mind? She was just a woman, not a jewel, not his wife, and not his Penny, it confused him rather than angered him.
He spent the remainder of his night inside, eating a ham sandwich and drinking cold whiskey.
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That night, after an hour of falling asleep, she came in to his own personal sleep realm. It felt so real, it seemed like reality was actually paying attention to his feelings, but the moment he woke up, heart pounding and a cold sweat dripping from his body, he realized it wasn't real, far from.
He woke up at six forty five, pretty great timing.
The man hit the shower, got dressed, shaved what needed to be shaved, cooked himself up some eggs on the skillet, brushed his teeth and finally left the apartment, feeling totally alive once he stepped outside in to the wonderful warmth.
The girls must still be asleep, pretty strange but possible.
"Governor," that ragged, beat to shit voice was none other than Merle Dixon's, and the man was standing right before Philip; he must have something important to admit, since the man never came around him any other time. Philip was all ears as the two began to walk towards the wall.
"A few walkers snuck in last night, I killed 'em 'fore they got anybody, but it was a close call, Governor, you want me to check the walls 'gain?" Merle admitted, and Philip stopped along with the redneck beside him.
What would he do without that man around?
Philip nodded his head; "Sure, just be careful, make sure the rest of the town is safe and secure," Philip acknowledged just the way Merle hoped and the man was off.
Wandering around town was usually what Philip would do when he wasn't busy with something; he made sure everyone had what they needed, children were safe, the children were with their parents, and just simply walking around, enjoying what was left of their world. Everybody looked up to Philip with great pride and loyalty, they all thought he was their savior, even their angel from heaven some would say. He didn't enjoy hearing that, but it made him smile.
Suddenly, just up ahead a little ways, he spotted that blonde beauty again. Not wanting to surprise Andrea again like last night, he made sure she saw him first, even though it was the other way around.
She had Michonne at her side, but the woman never really talked. She went her own way, to grab something to eat, leaving Andrea and Philip alone. Nice timing Michonne;
"Good morning," Andrea was the first to say with a simple smile framing her lips. Philip returned it with a return of a smile. "Did you sleep well?" the man asked, and the both of them began their walk down the road. She nodded; "Yeah, you?" she replied, voice very calm and soft spoken, eyes on him as he kept his eyes up ahead.
"Fine, thank you, so, what are your plans for tonight?" Philip stopped the both of them by a bench, giving them a good reason to have a quick seat.
Andrea smiled brightly and gazed his way.
"Nothing, why?" she gave a little laugh, and continued to stare in his direction, while he sat with his back erect. He had to wait a few seconds; "I'm cookin' up a turkey dinner tonight, I would like it if you came, bring Michonne if you'd like," he explained to her and suddenly her ears perked up.
She hasn't had a good cooked meal in a long time. How could anyone say no to that?
"Of course, I would like that, but Michonne, I don't think she would enjoy coming, and its not you, its just that she's been having a rough time for the past few weeks," she explained to him, being absolutely forward.
He accepted her words;
"If there are any leftovers, I'll make sure she gets some," he smiled at her gorgeous smile and the two of them stood up and continued to chat while they resumed their path ahead.
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E/N: I hope it was somewhat enjoyable, I don't want to make it all happen to fast, but there will be a surprise! Stick around for the last update!