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Moses had been in Woodbury for around a week and she was slowly falling into a routine.

She would get up at around 7:30 each morning, still not used to her new sleeping arrangements. She would get dressed and leave her apartment by 8:00am. She would then make her to the towns canteen where meals were served regularly. She'd eat breakfast with Merle, Crowley, Shupert and Tim, as well as any other guards that happened to be on guard duty that morning.

After breakfast they'd head out to the wall and spend most of the day there, talking and laughing.

The Governor, who preferred to eat in his apartment, usually made an appearance around mid-morning.

Moses noticed that when he was there, the others were more serious. When they were alone, they laughed and talked about the stupidest things but when the Governor was present, they…changed. They talked less and focused on their work more than was necessary.

She couldn't understand it. Sure, he could act a little odd at times but he had never been anything but civil as far as she could tell. He would make a point of talking to her everyday, asking her how she was and how guard duty was going. He laughed with her, made jokes and all in all, he seemed like basically a good guy. But when she saw how nervous the others acted when he was around, she couldn't help but wonder if there was more to him than she thought.

TWD

(Phillips POV)

He watched her. He tried not to, he really did but he couldn't help himself. He'd be looking around the town, at the citizens when she would catch his eye, strolling through the streets with Merle or Crowley or standing on wall duty, taking out walkers.

On this occasion she was laying on her stomach on the grass, reading. His eyes had been drawn to her as he stood on the wall.

Her red hair glinted in the sun, almost blindingly. A strand fell into her face and she pushed it aside with one hand. It flowed in soft waves down her back to her waist, the dark purple of her shirt barely visible through the thick locks. Her long legs were bent, her ankles crossed above her bare feet, glowing in the sun. He watched as she closed the book, placing it in her bag, before rolling over onto her back and stretching with a yawn. She stood and his heart leapt to his throat as he realized she was coming towards him and realized he had been staring. He looked away, too late, he knew. She climbed onto the wall and smiled at him. She had a great smile. He had noticed she smiled a lot. And laughed. Her laughing was infectious. In the mornings, when whoever was unfortunate enough to have guard duty first thing, she would come and talk to the bleary eyed guy and within ten minutes have them laughing with her, no matter what kind of mood they'd been in previously.

"What's on your mind?" she asked. Close up, he noticed her hair had streaks of pale brown and blonde among the red. She swept it away again and he was able to smell the scent of her favorite shampoo. He mentally shook himself. He needed to get a grip. He tried to force his face to be neutral as he answered.

"Well, we're heading out on a supply run tomorrow. Not far, just a town a couple of miles out, but if you wanna come…"

Her eyes lit up. She grinned and nodded.

"I'm in"

Okay, Guys. I know this chapter isn't great. It's mostly just a set-up for the next few chapters i.e the supply run which is why it's so short. So please, bear with me.

JAGWALFF