Failure to Attack

Well here's where this season 3 ends. But fear not, I have some thoughts to continue on, going canon with some remarks towards the stuff that happens in the books and, when it comes back, season 4. Plus there may be some interesting appearances.

He stumbled to the gates, continually just hoping against hope that the walkers would continue to ignore him. He knew he was in a sorry state but he had to warn them. Had to let them know. He was still amazed that he had gotten even this far. He could feel himself shutting down but he pushed onward, stumbling through the busted front gate and working his way across the field. He tripped on a bit of uneven ground and fell to the dirt, his glasses flying off. He slowly lifted up his head and blinked. There were blurred figures moving beyond the fence and he thought that maybe he could reach them by crawling.

His body seemed to want to refuse the simplest of commands as it took far too much effort to just lift one arm and move it forward. He slowly crawled up the path, leaving a bloody trail behind him. Someone yelled something, had he been seen? He hoped so. The jingling of metal reached his ears and then he saw the blurry forms of several people coming through the last gate, one going to him while the others moved out to form a barrier between him and the walkers.

"Jesus Christ, Milton?" Andrea's voice echoed in his head and he laughed slightly. Two other forms came to him and he was rolled gently to his back. Blinking in the sunlight, he was finally able to focus somewhat. Hovering over him was Andrea, Shane and Bo, the three he had actually helped.

Seemed appropriate.

"Oh God." Bo's concern was touching. He watched her shuffling around, barely felt the pressure she applied to his worst wound. God, he was that far gone wasn't he? He couldn't even feel...it amazed him that he got to the prison. "We have to get him in."

"He did this." Shane muttered bitterly. Milton felt, just barely, the hands moving to lift him. Faster than he thought possible, his own grasped onto Bo's wrist and everyone halted.

"Can't...can't fix...me." Milton gasped out.

"I think his ribs are broken." Andrea muttered.

"How the hell did he make it here like this?" Shane spoke quietly in wonder.

"Lis...lis...listen." Milton choked and winced, tightening his hand on Bo's wrist. She flinched slightly, maybe more from surprise at the action rather than actual pain. "He...he...is...coming. Taking...the p-people. Made an...an army."

"Do we move him?" Shane asked, looking at Bo. The hopeless expression on her face was answer enough.

"Don't...let...me...please." Milton gasped, struggling with his words and his breath. He turned out his, coughing slightly, and wasn't at all surprised when he felt wetness by his mouth. His fall onto the path might have sent one of the broken ribs through his lung for all he knew. Somewhere nearby, he could hear the crying of a baby and managed a smile, just a slight one. "Amy...she...she got...the...best chance...of...us all."

"I'm so sorry." Bo whispered.

"Get...get ready." Milton instructed. He looked at each face above him, watching each of them nod. He sighed, his eyes drifting shut. His last breath escaping without a sound, his final thought a reassuring one.

He had made it.

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"I want you to go with the kids." Daryl's sudden confession made Bo pause as she was packing things. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, wanting him to elaborate. "Carl, Lucy, Amy, Beth and Hershel...go with them."

"Why?" Bo asked.

"They show up here...he's gonna go for you." Daryl pointed out. Bo frowned and crossed her arms.

"Kinda hard for me to go play guard with the kids when I actually have a role." She reminded. Daryl sighed and rubbed his head. "It's going to be fine Daryl." She walked over to him and took his hands then grinned. "Besides, it's no fun if just one of us ends up on an adrenaline kick."

Her joke had meant to inspire that slight smile of his but it didn't. He looked at her hands then up at her. She frowned again, her mind thinking back to the things Merle had said. Daryl shook his head and pulled her into the watch tower. From there he wasted no time in pushing her against the wall and stifling any words she could have said with his mouth. Not that she was really considering speaking much at this point. Instead, she just moaned against his lips, her arms automatically lifting to circle around his neck. She made sure the kiss speak words she just couldn't bring herself to say out loud and when they parted, his eyes stayed on his hands as they drifted mindlessly up and down over her hips.

"You get caught or killed..." Daryl muttered.

"I promise to keep extra safe." Bo cut in, wanting him to stop being like this. Sure, it was nice to an extent but they didn't need soft, worrying Daryl. They needed hard ass, fuck-with-me-get-an-arrow-in-the-ass Daryl. She took a hold of his chin and made him look at her. "Do I have to withhold sex or start slapping you to get you pissed off?"

"You wouldn't dare." Daryl retorted, finally grinning. "You like the sex more than I do."

"How about just as much as you do." Bo retaliated. She lifted a leg and looped it around his waist, being a tease and rubbing against him. "Rick doesn't want us to kill the people but we are letting loose a lot of walkers. One with the least take downs is getting tied up later."

"That'll be you." Daryl growled.

"You wish, baby." Bo challenged, smiling. She kissed him again then slapped his cheek just for an extra measure. He gave her a look and she just smiled innocently before slipping away, proud with herself for having managed to get the Daryl they needed back into play.

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The people followed the Governor through the prison, guns drawn and ready. There was just no signs of any people. It didn't feel right, it didn't seem safe. Several of them didn't even think it was right to waste time trying to do this. Why not just let them have the prison? Would they really attack the town again just because they were bored? This was were the Governor's daughter had gone, wasn't it? Why would she run away? Why would Shane and Andrea, fresh with a baby, leave the town to possibly join with these people as well?

The Governor walked into a cell and looked around. The only thing there was a bible with a highlighted passage. He didn't seem all too amused with it as he threw the holy book away.

So they travelled further, going deeper into the prison. There was no sound but their own breathing and light foot steps.

And then suddenly...humming.

Everyone paused and looked around, not finding where it was coming from. The Governor narrowed his eye, teeth gritting in irritation. The humming got louder and they all turned and faced the way they came, flashlights shining back down the corridor.

"Bye baby bunting, daddy's gone a hunting." Standing at the end of the corridor, from what they could see from the distance, was Bo, hands held behind her back and eyes nowhere but on her father. A slight smirk on her face as she watched the anger cloud over his face. "Gone to fetch a rabbit skin, to wrap his baby bunting in." Someone fired towards the blonde woman.

"NO!" The Governor yelled. Bo was already gone, running off as smoke bombs flew down the corridor at the group. Loud alarms suddenly rang out and the people turned around, seeing dozens of walkers suddenly flooding towards them.

No matter what orders they could have received, none of them wanted to be there anymore. They all took off running, following the banging up ahead that they assumed was coming from Bo herself as she seemed to lead them out of the prison. It wasn't exactly the most ideal idea, following someone from the group they had come to kill out into an open area, but it seemed better than staying inside where they were.

Shots fired out when they swarmed outside but none of them really paid any attention to the fact that they weren't getting hit, that the shots weren't directed at them, just fired off to scare them. Soon as the walkers flooded out though, the shots were aimed to eliminate.

The Woodbury people clambered to their vehicles, climbing in or on to escape the mayhem. The Governor, following the mob mentality, jumped into the back of the truck and turned to look back at the semi wrecked prison. There was no living people around even though the shots kept getting fired, albeit slower now as the walkers thinned out. The trucks sped off, away from the madness, away from the prison. The further away from the prison they got, the more angry the Governor ended up being and cause his truck to suddenly turn off road and stop. The other stopped and he looked at everyone.

"This isn't over!" The Governor ordered. "We need to go back!"

"That was insane!" One of the people yelled and then the arguments started.

"They killed my son..."

"They set walkers on us..."

"We were going to do that to them..."

"That was a disaster!"

"We can't risk it, let's just leave it!"

"Why was your daughter there?"

The last question brought a halt to every argument and all eyes turned to the Governor. He narrowed his eye, looking at everyone around him.

"You said those people shot her...left her for dead in Woodbury." One of the men stepped forward, clearly more curious then afraid. "But she was there. She helped them. I mean...should we really be afraid of these people? Were you lying about what happened to her?"

Martinez looked at the Governor, watching as the man tensed up. He knew the leader well enough, knew what the outcome of this would be. Just as he was wondering about it, the Governor lifted his gun and shot the man asking questions. Screams echoed throughout the street as the Governor shot down the people as they tried to run, none of them knew what to do or what had happened but their own mental anguish was ended once bullets entered their bodies. Martinez couldn't help flinching and staring with wide eyes at the carnage being caused to the people who just wanted to protect their city.

"ANYONE ELSE GOT ANY QUESTIONS?" The Governor asked, turning to the men behind him, the ones that knew the things he did. His gun was still up and Martinez and the other men shook their heads, worried on the man's sanity now. The Governor looked at them then grinned. "Good."

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"God, this place is a mess now." Anna muttered, hands on her hips as she observed the structural damage to their home and watched the fire blazing in the watch tower.

"Nothing we can't fix...if we need to." Rick remarked, stepping up to her side. He put his arm over her shoulders and looked at her. "That was a good idea." Anna glanced up at him and grinned before she looked around at the others. Maggie and Glen were celebrating happily with Beth and Hershel, the girls doing little dances over the victory. Shane and Andrea were sitting on a bench with Michonne standing next to them, Amy in Michonne's arms as they talked quietly between themselves, smiles on their faces. Carl and Lucy were picking up pieces of debris and tossing them into a pile, chatting quietly about God only knew what.

The only people not present were Daryl and Bo but Anna figured they were an obvious find if anyone really felt like going to look for them.

"So now what?" Anna asked, loud enough that everyone else could hear as well. All eyes lifted to the couple. "Do we stay and try to rebuild this place?"

"After all the work we put in to keep it as ours?" Glen remarked. Anna smiled. "They did leave."

"But they could...come back." Andrea pointed out but even she didn't seem all that convinced. The Governor was unstable, no doubt, but after what happened...the people his group had lost to the walkers who were just faster than they were...surely he couldn't think that he would have a chance to get in again.

"Then we'll make sure we're ready for them." Rick stated. "If that's what everyone thinks is best."

"We can get building materials from the town me and Bo had gone to before.." Glen suggested, fading off. Maggie put her arms round him and kisses his cheek before leaning her head on his shoulder. He put an arm around her, holding her close. He took her left hand and kissed her knuckles, looking momentarily at the ring he had given her earlier.

"This is our place...we just need to...fortify it more." Anna declared, smiling slightly. "Totally doable."

"Yeah!" Beth agreed excitedly. "We were working on the barn before that herd hit the farm last year, this shouldn't be too hard."

"What do you think?" Rick asked, looking at Shane. The deputy paused, considering the suggestion. He looked around at everything, taking in the damage they would need to repair. Then he smiled and nodded.

With everyone in agreement, there was nothing to do but relax for a while before the work would begin and celebrate the fact that they had won this battle.

No one noticed that Daryl's bike was missing.

So I was going to write more about what Daryl and Bo were up to but then I decided not to, save it for the next chapter. It'll be fun that one, I can guarantee that.

I have some things in mind, sort of, for the people in Woodbury. Kind of anyway, it's a work in progress thing more like. I'm not moving them to the prison though.