The only thing on his mind was getting to The Governor.
He knew it was stupid and reckless and he'd likely get himself killed but he just didn't care. Because this man had used Merle to try and drive them all away. Like he was some sort of prop.
To be used as he wished.
And it ate him alive that he'd been helpless as Merle had been dying.
He'd done nothing. He'd slipped away quietly and Daryl hadn't even known. And he couldn't live with himself.
Couldn't live with that feeling.
Couldn't let this man stay alive for what he did. So if this killed him, then maybe that was okay.
Maybe that was what needed to happen.
The others would be safe.
At least if he could pull this off.
And if he couldn't pull it off then he was every damn thing that his Father ever said he was.
Useless, a failure.
So he returned to Woodbury.
And as he started to draw near, he started to lure the walkers from the woods.
Stuck to the road and drew them out behind him, killed any that stepped out ahead of him.
Controlled them.
And when he was closer still he got himself a car and carried on with the walkers following him. And then he drove the car into the barricade. One of the men on watch was on the ground ahead of him and the woman who'd been with him was already running away.
Because the walkers were coming too. Already clambering through the hole in the wall he'd made.
So Daryl quickly made his way into the first building he could. Needed to be careful because getting captured wasn't an option.
And slowly, carefully, he made his way towards The Governor's building.
To the room where he'd killed Merle.
The room where Daryl would kill him.
He waited for him.
Heard the commotion but let the others deal with it.
He knew what was coming for him. And he smiled.
He was prepared for it.