AN: I own nothing from The Walking Dead. If I did, I'd at least make a ton of money from this obsession.

This is set in Season 3, a little after Maggie and Glenn was saved. The thought of this story sprung up from few fans who crack-ship Michonne and Glenn. Well, my Richonne heart may twist it a bit. Let's see how this will go…

Chapter 1: Native Son

Glenn paced the floor frantically. He hadn't felt so out of control since the beginning. Everything seemed complete when she came into his world. It didn't matter that the creatures out there had replaced most of the billions of people in the world's population and wanted to eat him. It didn't matter that no place was genuinely safe, and a normal life was not anything but. All that mattered was the love he gave and received from the gorgeous Maggie Greene. He knew he was beyond fortunate in being blessed with her.

He touched her. He wasn't even sure if that man raped her. And all Rick wanted to do was…

"What are we going to do Rick?" Glenn knew he was yelling his question down to the tombs, where the leader was probably finding more walkers to slay after cuddling baby Judith for a second.

"He wasn't always this way, was he," asked the mysterious woman with the katana. Her arms were crossed. Michonne was finally allowed to walk around the cellblocks freely. She wasn't the only one who people had a problem trusting.

"Officer Friendly was always this close to losin his shit. I figured out ol' boy a long time ago," the redneck Merle philosophized.

"Is that right?" Glenn asked with a tinge of anger. "Everybody figured you out from the start also. If it wasn't for your brother, you wouldn't even be in here."

Merle snickered. "If you got somethin' to say, then say it Chinky!"

Glenn had enough and lunged at him with a right cross. Merle ducked and punched him in the gut. Glenn's anger was too much to allow him to feel being winded. Instead, several of his punches landed on the older man's temples, jaw, and very close to his jugular. Merle lifted his body and slammed him on the hard concrete floor. Hands gripped at them both, as Maggie and Michonne jumped in to stop their momentary battle.

"You fucking prick," Glenn exclaimed as he felt the back of his head. Maggie held onto his arm. Michonne kept on trying to push Merle back and away from Glenn.

"Hehe, so China boy got some fight to him!" Merle laughed.

Maggie snarled back, "he's Korean you idiot."

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't fucking matter," Glenn remarked.

Michonne rested one of her hands on her hip. "Fighting in here with each other isn't going to do much. That bastard might attack at any moment."

Merle snickered. "Hehe, my Nubian princess. She might be tha only one of you knuckleheads that is actually thinkin'. The Govna wants to kill every last one of us. Sittin' around here lookin' pretty ain't gonna do diddly squat but end up with us all bein' dead."

Glenn looked at him crossly. "So, what do you suggest?"

Merle walked up to him in a nonaggressive way. "I say we go up in there and attack the sonovabitch right now, when he least suspects it and thinks we're all lickin' our wounds."

Maggie stood close by her man. "I don't know about that. Some of us are injured and I don't know if Rick will agree to it."

Merle chuckled, once again. "Crazytown? You think Crazytown won't go for it? He's fuckin' out of his mind, if you didn't know it. I peeped his own son tellin' him he needs to back down as bein' in charge, whatever that means with all of you pansies."

Michonne's thick voice finally spoke. "That's between him and the boy."

Merle looked intently at her. "Why would you care? The way he looks at you, he either wants to eat you alive, or would give you to tha Guvna if he offered a chance to leave him alone." Michonne grimaced, wondering if that could be true. "I know both of these men, I can read their types a mile away. Tha Guv won't stop until he's done. He's like a dog that sunk his teeth in and can't get the taste out until he savored every lil last drop. Rick still thinks like a damn cop, and he ain't thinkin right since his ol lady died. Y'all puttin' all your hope in him? Well, g'head then. It doesn't mean y'all will survive this though."

Glenn's jaws clenched. "What about Daryl."

"My baby brother?" Merle thought a little of how he failed at protecting him when they were younger. "Daryl's gone all native and is gonna stick with whateva' Rick does."

Maggie turned to Michonne. "Michonne?"

Michonne was the closest to little bit of light that shined in. She thought of how she liked and understood what she saw with Rick. That was a man who would do whatever it took to protect his family, even if it meant killing others. She wished Mike had the same gumption. In understanding that, she also saw how much truth was in Merle's words. "I'm in," she responded in a low voice, at first looking down and then up to Maggie.

"We're in," Maggie responded.

"Maggie!" Glenn gasped.

"Glenn, I can do this. I'm not some weakling. I can handle this. That piece of shit needs to die, and just three of you going won't be enough! When are we doing this?" She turned to the others.

Merle smiled. "I'm glad you asked. We go now while Crazytown keeps on callin' dead people or killing them."

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That was a good time to go, in all actuality. Everyone seemed to be preoccupied with something as the stars shone through the sky. All except for the person who manned the gate.

"What is going on here?" Carol asked. Right, there's nothing wrong with Glenn and Maggie travelling with the man who kidnapped him, and the woman we barely knew, she thought to herself.

"We're going out for a run," Maggie answered.

Carol's wise eyes drifted over to Glenn.

"Someone has to handle this instead of sitting around like sitting ducks," he spilled.

"What does Rick say," Carol inquired.

"Rick says nothing, sugar tits," responded Merle.

"No, I can't let this happen," Carol informed them. "That's dangerous and you all know you can get killed. From what I heard, that place is fortified beyond what we can handle."

Merle replied, "Well, we won't handle them to well when they come in and shoot us up."

Carol contemplated this. "We never had this conversation."

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Travelling there by night was filled with walkers who crept around just as cockroaches. If anyone had any regret, they didn't voice it. They were already getting close to the thick of it, anyway. Two recognizable guards stood on top of Woodbury's walls.

"Shit," Maggie seethed.

"What is it," Michonne whispered back.

"Those people on the wall? They're the ones Rick kicked out while you were asleep."

"Fuckin' Crazytown," Merle mumbled.

"I think I can talk to them," Maggie thought aloud. "I did speak to them as we walked them out. Those two up there seemed reasonable, the brother and sister."

"Maggie," Glenn chastised. "What if they shoot you?"

He grabbed her arm, but she yanked it off and ran towards the sibling.

"Hey," she quietly greeted. "Tyreese and Sasha."

The large man and pretty woman looked down to see Maggie waving her arms at them.

"What in the…?" Sasha questioned. She paused, but raised her rifle to aim. "What do you want?"

Maggie stopped walking. "I came here because this man you ran to kidnapped me and my man, a little before you met Rick. When I told you at our gates that we had gone through some things that made him crazy, well that was one of them. That leader in there? He nearly raped me."

Sasha took her eye off the target to look at Tyreese.

"They also beat Glenn and tried to feed him to a walker."

Sasha put her eye back on the scope. "Why are you here?"

"Why would anyone come back, after what I just told you? There's only a few here, and we don't want a war. We are tryin to stop that from happening, from more people dying."

Tyrese pushed down the rifle. If anyone could speak his language, it was someone who spoke peace.

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Sneaking in wasn't too much of sneaking, thanks to Maggie's words and the siblings. They found a back way into the Governors apartment, which was much occupied. Andrea and he were sleeping very soundly in the bed. They group of four stood above them.

Michonne smirked. "I never thought it would be this easy." She stated, as she pulled out her katana.

Merle glowered at her. "You ain't afraid of killin' anyone, are you?"

Her smirk turned into a full blown smile. "Not when they deserve it." She raised her weapon to drive into his skull, when the front door crashed open.

"Governor," yelled a voice. "Are you in here?"

Michonne's instinct led her dive it in while his eyes fluttered open. The others ran to the sides of the bedroom walls. Andrea jumped up, regardless of being naked.

She exclaimed, "Michonne, you-"

Before she could finish, Merle pulled her close, covered her mouth, and dug his daggered hand into her head.

"Andrea," Michonne gasped.

Martinez heard the commotion, while his back stayed on the living room wall. He determined that he could allow them all to kill each other. It sounded like there wasn't absolute unity in there.

Michonne pointed her katana at him. "You, you killed her!"

Merle let Andrea's body dropped. "Your girlfriend was gonna kill you. She chose tha dick over you. You thought she was gonna let you walk outta here after killing her dick?"

She couldn't hear anymore. She swung at him with her sword, to which he blocked with his artificial appendage. Maggie and Glenn yelled at them to stop. They would have intervened, if the two involved in the fight didn't have sharp objects. Glenn started to wonder why they heard nothing from whoever entered the apartment.

"I don't wanna kill you," Merle proclaimed.

"You didn't have to kill her," yelled Michonne, as one her movements almost decapitated him.

"Michonne, please don't," pleaded Maggie.

Martinez moved closer to the side of where he heard Maggie's voice. He aimed.

"Fuck that," she yelled, and this time she landed. Merle's head rolled. Michonne breathed heavily, her back curved in. Her best friend was dead. A man she didn't intend on killing had died by her sword. Was there any coming back?

Glenn was far from mourning Merle's death. He couldn't process everything about Andrea, but he knew someone was out there. Before he could whisper anything to the two women, he heard a sudden gunshot. Maggie fell, as blood oozed out of her head.

"Maggie," he screamed.

Michonne ran out to kill Martinez. Glenn held Maggie's body. He didn't need anything when the world changed. He didn't need anything to her. He rocked back and forth with her still warm body. What the hell was the meaning to anything at this point?

He heard nothing. It turned from night to day, but he didn't move. He didn't move until he was forced to, when Rick pulled at him.

"Please, get up," Rick pleaded with a weakened voice.

Glenn lethargically looked around. He first noticed Maggie's coagulated blood on his clothes and hands. He then panned around to see Carol trying to calm Daryl down. Michonne stood far away, blood splattered all over her clothes from the night's events. She wasn't moving much either, but her eyes showed that she was far away.

"Glenn, I'm so sorry." Rick continued. "Why did y'all come? Oh my God Glenn, please, you gotta pull it together. We gotta go back."

Glenn looked at the man who slammed against the wall just a few days ago, a few days ago when his wife died. What the hell was the meaning to anything at this point?

AN: There was a battle in my head while I wrote this. Kill Maggie, or let her live? Kill Merle, or let him live? It wasn't an easy decision, because they are two characters that I love. Well, there were major losses in this, that's for sure. I need a drink!