Lydia's Guilt
Merle and Lydia sat in front of a liquor store blasting music from the car with the doors locked.
"Merle, this isn't funny!" Lydia hugged her knees.
Merle past her the whiskey bottle. "Lighten up!"
Lydia watched as the Walkers swarm the car. "I'm not going to get drunk with you, Merle."
Merle swiped the bottle from her hands. "Then get out."
Lydia wanted to just leaved but no way was she stepping out of that damn car.
Merle put the bottle up to the window and laughed at the Walker.
Lydia covered her ears when Merle turned the music up louder.
"Hang on." Merle stepped on the gas then came to a halt.
Lydia kept falling forward. "What in god's name are you doing?" She grabbed the dash board.
Merle didn't answer and kept doing what he was doing.
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Soon, Merle and Lydia arrived at the feed store. Behind them, a hoard of Walkers.
"On three, roll out." Merle looked at her.
"What?" Lydia looked at him.
"One. Two. Three!" Merle and Lydia rolled out of the car as it continued to drive forward.
They went into a shed and went up the stairs.
"What exactly are we to gain from this?" Lydia asked.
Merle aimed a sniper out the window. "To drive the Governor's men out in the open."
Lydia gasped. "Oh my god. This is not what I meant by 'I owe you one.'"
"Too bad, cupcake." He waited until the men were out.
As soon as they saw the many Walkers, they opened fire.
One by one, Merle sniped two of them.
Lydia stood beside Merle, looking out the window. "I hope you know what you're doing."
Merle continued to take a shot at them.
The Governor finally went outside and shot at the Walkers.
"There he is." Lydia whispered.
"I see 'em." Merle went to another window and aimed at him but shot a man who stepped in the way.
Without seeing it, a Walker snarled beside him.
Lydia gasped. "Merle!"
Merle jumped when he saw it at the corner of his eye. He stabbed it in the eye and fell out of the shack.
One of the Governor's men hit Merle in the head. Two joined the man and began to beat him up.
Lydia watched in fear. "Merle!" She sobbed.
"You leave him to me!" The Governor lifted him up.
Lydia jumped on the Governor's back. "Leave him alone!"
The Governor shoved Lydia back into the shack along with Merle. The Governor began to kick Merle in the face.
Merle tried to fight back but Philip was faster. The Governor stepped on his steel arm and Merle groaned in pain.
Merle managed to get up but Philip shoved him into the wall and bit his fingers off. He spit them out then broke his arm.
Lydia watched in horror. "Stop it!" She yelled.
That only encouraged the Governor more. He punched Merle in the face then started to choke him. After Merle's face turned pale, Philip turned to walk away.
"I ain't gonna beg!" Merle leaned against the counter. "I ain't beggin' you!"
The Governor shook his head. "No." He aimed a gun at Merle and killed him without harming his brain.
"NOOO!" Lydia screamed. She shoved Philip into a wall and punched him.
Philip grabbed Lydia's collar and slammed her back against the wall. "Listen here, you little bitch!"
Lydia spit in his face. "Go to hell, you piece of shit!"
Philip slapped her across the face then threw her out of the shack.
Two of his men picked her up. "What do you want us to do with her?"
Lydia kicked. "Let me go!"
Philip chuckled. "Give her to me."
The two men threw Lydia into his arms.
Philip smiled at her. "You need an attitude adjustment." He dragged her along to where the bins were. He clutched her hair and banged her head against the bin multiple times.
Lydia blacked out and fell over unconscious.
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When all the Walkers were gone and the Governor and his men were gone, Daryl stumbled upon the buildings again. Only a few Walkers stayed to feast on the men who Merle sniped. Daryl walked around the bins and saw Lydia passed out on her stomach. "Jesus!" He flipped her over and tried to wake her up.
Lydia opened her eyes. "Daryl?" She held her head.
"Yea!" He held her head. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Lydia sat up, holding her head. "I told Merle I owed him a favor. After letting Michonne go, we lead a hoard of Walkers here. We went into that shed and Merle began to snipe at the Governor and his men. W-We were attacked by a Walker and that's when it all went to hell. The Governor did this to me and...then some."
Daryl helped her up. "Let's go, Lydia. Where's Merle?"
Lydia walked around with Daryl. "The Governor shot him but..didn't harm his brain."
Daryl stopped and looked ahead at a Walker feasting on a man. But this Walker...had a familiar face.
The Walker looked up with his green eyes. This Walker...was Merle.
Lydia and Daryl froze in their spots. Their eyes met Merle's dead face. Daryl became choked up and sobbed.
Lydia cried on Daryl's shoulder. "God." She looked away.
Merle walked towards them.
Lydia and Daryl took a few steps back. As soon as Merle was close enough, Daryl shoved him away. "No!" He cried.
Merle stepped closer to them again.
Daryl shoved him to the ground and pulled out his knife. Without hesitation, Daryl stabbed Merle in the head over an over again.
"Daryl...stop." Lydia stood behind him.
Daryl continued to stab him.
"Daryl, STOP!" Lydia tore Daryl off of Merle.
Daryl lied on his back while Lydia fell to the ground, resting her head on his stomach; sobbing with him. They just lied there and sobbed. The older Dixon brother they came to know and love, was dead.
Lydia helped Daryl up. "We...We have to go now."