Well, here's the next part! I just also want to say that Michonne may be a little off, but this is how I saw her character in season 3. She kind of flirted with Merle a bit there. I think that since Merle is trying harder to fit in with the group in this story, his apology was more sincere and they are now on friendlier terms. I would have loved to see how they acted around each other in season 4, but of course that's impossible because Merle didn't make it to season 4. :(
Well, anyways, I hope you all enjoy!
Part11
Carol, once again, found herself awake before the rest of the group but she wasn't completely alone this time. Daryl lay awake next to her.
"Morning," she smiled and moved to climb out of bed. She was up, so she might as well take care of breakfast. Before she could leave the bed, though, Daryl grabbed her wrist and tugged her back in.
"Where you goin'?" He buried his face in her neck and kissed the spot behind her ear.
"I'm going to make break-"
"Let Beth or Maggie take care of it." He began to kiss along her jaw line.
"But Daryl..." Her protest was half-hearted, because the last thing she wanted to do right now was make breakfast while she had this man in her bed.
"Don't make me beg, woman." She giggled at his words and he propped himself on his elbow to get a better look at her face. "What are you laughin' at?"
"I don't think I've ever see you beg before." She gave him a mischievous grin. "It might be nice to see."
His eyes narrowed. "Carol..." He warned.
Rolling her eyes, she pulled him down for a kiss and urged his body on top of hers. "Fine, no begging. This time."
He trailed kissed along her collarbone and moved to pull her shirt over her head. Once it was taken off, Carol moved to unbutton his shirt.
"We're going to have this quick, Daryl." Next went her pants, then his and clothes kept falling to the ground until both of them lay naked. "Everyone is going to be up soon and the last thing we need is someone walking in on us." The 'someone' that came to her mind was the one-handed man who was sleeping a cell away.
"You're right," he kissed her hard and positioned himself between her thighs. "You best hold on, then." He smirked and slid inside her.
"Daryl."
Ed clutched the bars that separated him from cell block C, hard. That woman was just rubbing it in now. Moaning that fucking redneck's name. There was no way that piece of trash knew how to pleasure a woman.
They were probably doing it on purpose. They probably knew he was out there and they wanted him to hear. Well, they were going to pay.
First, Carol and then he'd go after that hillbilly. He'd just have to be patient and wait for the perfect time to attack. He'd wait until Carol was alone and vulnerable then he would kidnap and kill her and when that redneck went off to look for her, he'd end him too.
He patted his hip where he now hid a knife. After overturning all the bunks in his cell block, he had found one hidden among the springs.
Now, he was armed and all he had to do was wait.
It wasn't until they heard everyone moving around did Carol and Daryl finally leave their bed and cell. Merle left his cell at the same time and smirked at the two. Carol felt her face grow hot, she hadn't been exactly quiet and she was pretty sure Merle had probably heard them. Thankfully, he didn't say anything and passed them to walk down the stairs.
The group gathered in the commons room and ignored Ed, who sat glaring in the corner. Carol quickly went to help a struggling Beth with breakfast and Daryl went to sit by his brother.
Merle moved to open his mouth, but Daryl quickly cut him off. "Shut-up."
"What?" He held up his hand in a placating manner. "How do ya know what I was goin' to say?"
Daryl rolled his eyes. "Maybe because I'm your fuckin' brother and I know where your head is always at."
"Hell, I was jus' goin' to say that ya must have been doin' a fine fuckin' job if your woman was makin' all them noises." He smirked.
"Didn't I fuckin' tell you to shut-up?"
Merle chuckled and stood up. "Well, I'm goin' go and take watch for a little bit. Michonne's out there, too and I figured I could give her a some company."
"Are you sure you're the company she wants, Merle?" Carol came up behind him and handed him a plate of food with a smirk.
"Hey, that ain't nice." He nudged her with his elbow and headed out of the common area and into the prison yard.
"Anythin'?" Merle asked as he approached the swordswoman, who was standing by the chain link fence that protected them from the walkers that still lumbered around in the yard. More had walked through the gate and he knew that it was going to be a hell of a job to clear them all.
"Nothing," she answered and turned to him. He was glad to see some of the animosity gone from her features. In fact, there was none there. She suddenly reached over, plucked some food from his plate, and popped it into her mouth.
"Hey!" He held the plate out of her reach. "Get your own damn food if yer hungry!"
Michonne placed a hand on her hip and smirked. "How do you plan on eating that standing up?"
Merle hadn't noticed before, which he should have since he was still missing his fucking hand, but now he saw his dilemma. He held the plate and fork in his one good hand and there was no way he could use the other to eat with. Unless he wanted to end up with more food all over himself than he got in his mouth.
"Don't suppose ya would hold it for me?" He scowled. He hated asking for help, especially when it had to be because of his missing limb.
"Only if you share." She took the plate with another smirk and he began to wonder why she was so damn happy all of a sudden. A few days ago, she had wanted to kill him and now she was smiling and, dare he say it, flirting with him.
Hm, maybe he should apologize more often.
His thoughts were interrupted when he spotted a figure approaching the now destroyed gate leading to the prison. The blonde hair immediately told him who it was.
"Well, it looks like Blondie has returned." Then him and Michonne moved quickly to open the gate and help make a clear path through the walkers, so the woman could enter the prison safely.
This time Andrea was more welcomed into the prison. Rick still looked at her skeptically, but he had every right to. She hadn't spilled her news about the Governor, yet. Instead, she waited until she spotted Carol and went to give her friend a hug.
"I did it," she whispered and pulled away with a smile. "He's dead. I killed him."
Daryl, who had been standing close enough to hear, widened his eyes in surprise. "No shit. You did?"
She nodded and looked to the rest of the group. "It's finished," she said. "You all don't have to worry about the Governor anymore. I killed him."
Rick didn't look convinced, even though his eyes showed a bit of relief. "What about the rest of Woodbury? After what he did to get Daryl and Merle out of there, I can't imagine that they'll want to be on friendly terms with us."
Daryl couldn't help but nod his head in agreement. After all, they had all but screamed for him and his brother's blood and when Rick and company attacked, it had only mad things worse.
"One of the men that are going to take over, Milton is going to explain everything to them. I trust that he'll be able to convince them to leave us alone." Andrea was confident in the words she spoke.
"I still want to be careful, though. We'll still be ready for an attack, just in case. But for now," he smiled at her. "Let's get you settled into a cell. Welcome home."
"What the hell is Ed doing back here?" Andrea hissed as she helped Carol wash the dishes left over from breakfast. Daryl, Rick, Glenn, Maggie, Merle and Michonne all had gone out to finally dispatch of all the walkers in the yard and to also fix the destroyed gate.
They seemed more at ease now that they knew the Governor was no longer lurking out there. The chances of being attacked were slim, but Rick still made sure they remained vigil.
Carl had left with Beth and Hershel back into the cell block, probably to hold his little sister and to talk with the younger Greene girl, who he everyone knew he had a crush on. Ed was no where to be seen. That unsettled and relieved Carol.
"It's a long story," she rinsed off a bowl and handed it to Andrea to dry.
"I have time." So, Carol told her everything, even down to her plan on killing Ed if he got to close.
"I don't know, Carol. What if he really catches you off guard and hurts you? I don't want you to get hurt for the sake of finally killing him."
Carol wiped her hands on a towel and lifted up her pant leg. Strapped to her ankle, was a nasty knife.
"Daryl is making sure I stay armed at all times and I'm making sure to keep this hidden."
Andrea looked satisfied to see the weapon there. "In that case, I hope he tries something because I know you're more than capable to end him."
Carol smiled at her friend. "Thank you."
Ed watched the two women talk. He couldn't hear what was being said, but he didn't care. He just hoped that the blonde one would leave soon, so that he could make his move. He hadn't been standing there long and had only seen the woman put the now clean dishes away.
"Well, I'm going to head to my cell and rest a bit," Andrea spoke. "What are you going to do?"
"I think I'll gather some water for everyone outside. Maybe I'll even help kill a few walkers."
"That sounds like a good idea, but I'm exhausted after the trek here. I found a vehicle and drove most of the way, but of course it had to run out of gas and I had to walk the rest of the way. Ran into a few walkers, so that's probably the main reason why I'm tired."
"Plus, it sounds like you didn't sleep that much last night."
Andrea shook her head. "I don't even think I've gotten an hour of sleep the past twenty-four hours. I think I've been running on adrenaline and now, it's running out."
"Well, why don't you go on to bed and I'll talk to you later." She placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "I'm glad you're back, Andrea. I really am."
Ed then watched in satisfaction as the blonde woman finally left. This left Carol all alone and he was reading to put his plan in motion.
He was going to kill her.
It was all her fault actually. If she hadn't been such a whore, then he wouldn't have felt the need to punish her this way.
Carol felt his presence behind her and she carefully hid a smile. Finally, his ass was going to make a move. She'd been waiting for this moment and was glad to know that soon she would be rid of this man for life.
She heard the quiet footsteps approach her and made sure to keep her face neutral. When she felt a tip of a knife pressed into her neck, she forced herself to gasp in 'fear'. Let him think he had the upper hand here. She would show him soon that she was not someone to mess with. She was not the weak woman of before and she wasn't going to hesitate to end him once the opportunity arose.
"Come on, bitch." He hissed. "You're coming with me. We're going to have ourselves a little fun before I punish you for your whorish behavior." He tugged on her arm and never moved the knife from her neck.
"Where are you taking me?" She whimpered.
Her acting must have been pretty good, because when he turned her to face him; he had a smirk of satisfaction on his face. As if he thought, he had won.
"We're going where no one will ever find you." Then he began pulling her to the tombs.
So, the moment you all have been waiting for is going to happen in the next chapter. I know last chapter I said there wouldn't be more tna two chapters left and now, I'm not too sure. I have a feeling that the next chapter may be a little long and I may want to split it in half. I also kind of have an epilogue in mind, too. So, there could be 2 or 3 chapters left. Hopefully that'll excite some of you!
Thanks for reading! :)