Well, with this chapter this story strays completely away from what happened in the show. I hope you all like what I decided to do!

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Part 9

Andrea felt disgusted with herself as she laid next to the Governor. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get the feel of his body on hers out of her mind. Sleeping with him again, after finding out the kind of man he was, was the last thing she had wanted to do. However, Carol was right. She wouldn't have gotten this chance if she hadn't done it, she wouldn't have been able to get close to him while he was so vulnerable.

Checking to make sure he was still snoring softly, she quietly climbed out of bed. She kept a sheet wrapped around her naked body with one hand, while the other opened the drawer next to the side of the bed and grabbed the knife Carol had given her. With it in hand, she walked silently around the bed until she stood beside Phillip's sleeping body.

She'd only have one chance to do this. If she failed to do this, failed to end him, then her family back at the prison would be at risk. They'd be in danger. This would be the only chance to do this, because she would never allow him to touch her like that ever again.

The knife shook as she held it out and positioned it above his head.


The rest of the group had cleared from the commons room. Glenn and Maggie went off for their turn on watch, Beth went to put Judith to bed, the Grimes and Hershel followed her. Merle went back to his cell and Michonne went out to the yard to do her own perimeter check. The only ones left were Carol, Daryl and Ed.

The two of them ignored the angry man in the corner and continued to talk softly to each other.

"Do you think Andrea will do it?" Carol asked.

Daryl played with his hands and shrugged. "Don't know. If she was smart, she would. We'd have one less thing to worry about." His hands slid to his lap. "'Sides, the bastard deserves it for what he almost made me and Merle do."

Carol placed a kind hand on his shoulder. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Ain't really much to talk about besides the fact he tried to get us to kill each other."

"But you wouldn't do that, neither of you would, right?"

"Naw, we showed him. Me and Merle fought a little before we decided we take all of fuckin' Woodbury together. Would have been killed if Rick hadn't showed up with back-up."

She leaned into his side. "I'm glad they did. I'm glad you're here and you know what, I'm glad Merle's here, too. Before all this, I use to think that he wasn't good for you, but it seems like he's really trying to get along with everyone."

"Yeah," Daryl sighed. "Looks like you have more faith in him than me." He didn't look at her as he continued. "I keep expectin' him to turn around and attack Glenn or try to kill Rick."

Carol's heart broke at the grief in his tone. He had been glad that he had found his brother, but now he couldn't trust him to try not to harm them all. "I don't think he'd do that. Especially now."

Daryl just nodded, but didn't look convinced. Just then, a spoon clattered to a table and they suddenly remembered they weren't alone. Turning around, they saw Ed still sat in the same spot and was now glaring at them.

"Well," Daryl stood up. "I think it's time we head to bed." He held out a hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Just let me do these dishes and I'll be there." Carol bent to collect the bowls at their table and moved to add them to the pile by the stove.

"You ain't gotta do that." Daryl stopped her. "Ol' Ed will do them." He smirked at the man over his shoulder.

Carol snorted. Ed doing dishes? Now that deserved a laugh. Ed had probably never washed a dish in his entire life.

"All right," she said. "I'll just go and get the water to wash them in and I'll meet you in our cell. Keep the bed warm for me."

He grabbed her arm, gently. "I ain't leavin' you in here with him. You don't even have your knife."

"Just give me yours and I'll be fine. Trust me." She cupped his cheek. "If he tries anything, I'll kill him. Remember that."

"Fine." He unhooked the knife from his belt and sat it on the counter next to her. "Don't hesitate to use it, all right?"

"I won't." She smiled.

"I'll see you in a few, then." He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her close and kissed her hard. Thinking of Ed, who was probably watching, he deepened the kiss. When she moaned into his mouth, it caused him to make the kiss more heated.

Carol pulled back after several minutes and smirked up at him. "Okay, I think we're done giving him a show. Head to bed and I'll be right there."

"Hurry your ass up." He kissed her one last time and left.

Carol turned to the counter, one hand on the knife while the other one sorted the bowls into two equal piles. Once that was done, she moved to the side of the commons area and picked up a bucket of water. They had used the same water to clean the breakfast dishes, but they didn't have the luxury of running water anymore so more often than not, they had to reuse water.

She set the bucket next to the bowls, placed a towel beside that and moved to go to the cellblock, hoping Ed would get the hint.

"You know, he's just using you." His voice was to close for comfort and she quickly whirled around. She kept the knife at her side, but made sure he saw it.

She rolled her eyes. "Now, why would you think a thing like that, Ed?"

He crossed his arms over his chest. "That man has it out for me and he's using you to rile me up. He ain't that stupid to want to really be with a washed up old ha-"

Lightening fast, a knife was at his chin and he froze. Carol pressed the knife slightly into his skin and was rewarded with a small drop of blood. "You can say all the stuff you want, Ed, but I won't believe you. I never will again." Dropping the knife, she smiled. "Oh, and thanks for volunteering to do the dishes." Without another word, she walked into the cellblock and closed the door.

"Hey!" Ed protested. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

Daryl suddenly showed up beside her at the door. "Sure as hell not in here. You got your own cellblock to go to. So, once you finish your chores, then you can go to bed." He turned to leave, guiding Carol with him, and then he paused and turned back around. "Oh, and if them dishes ain't done to my likin', then I'm gonna beat your ass."


The knife in her hand was coated with blood; drops fell onto the white sheet she still held around her body. She couldn't believe she had done it. She had killed him. The Governor's eyes were open and unseeing, since he had woken up right before she had plunged the knife through his skull.

Now, she had no idea what to do. What would happen when they found him like this in the morning? Would they know she was the one to do it and would they go to the prison to retaliate? All she did know was that she had to get out of there. At least, she'd be able to warn Rick and the rest of the group of a possible Woodbury attack.

She hoped that without their leader, they would feel lost and not know what to do. Hopefully, the last things on their mind would be revenge.

Glancing out of the window, she saw it was starting to get lighter out and she needed to hurry. She quickly threw her clothes back on, cleaned off the bloody knife on the sheet covering the Governor's dead body, stuffed it into the belt of her jeans and went to open the door.

She came face to face with Milton Mamet.


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