Please read- Ya'll better love me for this! I wrote it up yesterday but my computer had a malfunction and deleted it. I nearly cried, that's how serious it got. Right back to business, thank you to everyone that left a comment and that is reading this story! I love you all. If you review you get chapters. Lets do this!

Let me Govern your body.

The pain hit quick as his lips slowed against hers. It was all she could do not to let her body give in, to finally put her heart in someone's hand. The worst thing for her would be a broken heart, more broken than she was now. As Daryl slowly tried to pass his calm onto her, trying to warm up to her touch she began to think about why she was in the current intimate situation. It stung, hard. The pain irritated the born killer in her, the power sprung up through her chest and slid down her arms. As her hands where still entwined in his hair it took all of her energy to stop the twitches of destruction her fingers where working up to.

"You-have-to-g0" she breathed inbetween his lusty forceful kisses.

"No" he growled and slammed her back onto his lips. He was rough now, reinforcing his power as a man in the situation. He figured somewhere in his bizarre logic that this was what she needed.

It was all becoming too much for Amelia as she tried to fight the lust and anger that was merging, entwining with one another causing an explosive sure of emotion within her body. Amelia would never forgive and forget. It wasn't programmed into her mentality. What could she do when her brain and heart where dragging her, pulling her through the mental mud that felt as if it was strangling her whole being. There where no words. The only time her heart began to get a lead was when he would groan softly onto her mouth or his hands would slip to the curves of her body as they sat there on the ground, surrounded.

All she had known was returning with a force that could not be measured. The sadistic trained killer began to return and the love and affection she had learned to feel was dissolving before her. Daryl wouldn't let her go that easily, he was there, forcing his way in, threatening to break himself so that he would have a winning chance on not losing something. This woman was changing him and she had to change with him. Amelia had to live, had to survive, so did he. It was survival of the fittest. They were stronger together and he knew that but he had to make her see. Had too.

The pain of opening himself up was piercing through his heart like a heroin needle but he forced on, kissing her, ignoring her tears that dropped onto his cheeks. He was terrified that if he broke the kiss she would kill him or he would have to kill her. It wasn't a Romeo and Juliet story. It was much more deeper, the connection was made and it was like someone was throwing water on the electrics of it all. How could he watch the past go up in smoke again? Didn't he deserve something?

"Daryl..." and she tried to pull away but he bit her lip, so hard that she began to bled and with a little welp he pushed her back against the tree. The fierce intensity had gotten to him and he was desperate. He had to do something even if he hadn't realised that this was to much, it was pushing every defensive button Amelia had built.

Daryl was never good with words. It wasn't just words, he wasn't good with affection or giving and his inexperience was killing him, literally.

Amelia was trying to focus her breathing, her mind focused on Daryl and what he had meant to her before everything broke down. A memory of him smirking, smiling, pushing her and his comforting eyes when she told him about herself. It all felt like a dream that was fading with the smoke.

She had to pull away, push away, do something to break the fire burning all over her skin. It was unnatural and wrong. As she pushed against his chest behind her, to the left a branch snapped under a boot. Her head twitched to the side but it was too late.

A cold barrel of a gun was being pressed into her temple.

"Now now love birds lets not do anything rash now"

Amelia silently laughed at the irony of this. People really did like pointing guns at her head. Only having Daryl's eye's to see their attacker she knew from his expression that he was shocked and repulsed. As he stumbled from her, trying to find his cross bow that he had left back at the Prison a short guy with dark hair pulled Amelia up on her feet.

Hissing as his long finger nails dug into her skin she watched as a larger man wrestled Daryl down, he was stressed to say the least as he screamed "Fuck you! Get'fuckoff me you son of a bitch" but the man above him held his ground, dragging him back. Putting a distance between him and Amelia.

Amelia was already calculating an escape and it was quickly becoming unlikely. The two guys who where only carrying machetes would have been easy if it wasn't for the man that approached in a long dark coat, an eyepatch covering one of his eyes and a smirk that could of shattered any child's dream. He was dark but weakened. It was his vision impairment and the sports injury on his left leg that she saw first although as he got closer to her she felt his arrogance and knew she was dealing with something dark. His eye's shook with anger and resentment.

"Fucking sissy bitch working for the Governor" Daryl hissed, still trying to get free.

"Now now Daryl is that anyway to speak to an old friend of your brothers?" he grinned maliciously as he stood above them all "Especially infront of such a beautiful lady" and Amelia watched as he put his hand on her cheek. This was the exact moment she knew he was trying to work her out, he was trying to see a weakness in her that he could use. Her only way of survival now was to play a game, a game that not everyone would win. Training and determination was all she knew.

Amelia flinched away, the look of terror on her eyes. Brilliant.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Daryl growled, getting a step closer before the guy holding him pulled him back.

"Tie them" The Governor ordered and before Amelia could catch her breath she was pulled down. Her face pushed into the dirty leaves.

"Get off of me! You're hurting me" she cried, her voice full of innocence and pain.

"Stay still" The Latino guy that was holding her ordered harshly, his dark eye's focusing on the back of her head.

"Please don't hurt me. Please" she cried, fresh tears returning to her sore eyes.

"Martinez isn't going to hurt you young lady. Well not just yet" The Governor laughed as he walked over to Daryl who was physically squirming under the pressure of the guy kneeling on his back.

Amelia was turned to face Daryl now, her heart actually beating erratically as the Governor delivered a swift kick into his ribs.

Amelia knew who this guy was, she knew he was the brains behind her friends murders and she was very aware of what mother fate was trying to teach her now. Protection and survival but most importantly vengeance. Amelia couldn't give the game away now, she had to push on. If she couldn't skin Merle alive she would have the next best thing.

"Please don't hurt him! Please! He hasn't done anything to you" she cried, thrashing against her binds.

"Oh he's done plenty to me!" and the Governor rounded on her, he rushed to her, grabbing her by the throat as he lifted her close to his face. Amelia winced as she saw all of the stubble on his face and the dried blood covering his skin. He lifted his eye patch and she almost vomited. It had barely healed, the wound looked infected, worse it looked like walker flesh. "Him and his friend Rick took what was mine. You are going to help me get it back" and he popped the patch down before letting her go.

As she fell into Martinez, the guy holding her, she looked to find Daryl who was clearing struggling to breathe and tried to keep her cool. It had gotten a lot serious. A vendetta and vengeance coming from a guy who was mentally unstable had forced Amelia to realise she was most probably not coming out of this alive. Weapon less, she had nothing to fight with.

Martinez and Shumpert where ordered to knock them out and put them into the car. Amelia focused her attention on Daryl as they did it, silently hoping they would make it through this but most importantly she would make it through to do what she should of done a long time ago.

Amelia smiled as the darkness hit.

–

The circle back at the camp began to get intense as they all argued on who should go out and try and find Daryl and Amelia. Everyone but Rick thought it was a good idea to go, Rick knew that both of them could hold their own out there but he was still worried and he was aware of how open they all where now.

"Someone has to go find them! We can just stand around talking about this" Carol hissed, bouncing baby Judith on her hip. Baby Judith happily bounced along, not a care or thought to what was happening around her. It was sad but she had been born into the world where tough decisions had to be made hourly.

"And make us weak? Daryl knew what he was doing. They both do" Rick argued and Glenn nodded in approval.

"They could be hurt! They have no weapons Rick" she spat back, not ready to give up the fight for Daryl.

"Daryl and Amelia are strong. If they're not back by morning I'll go out there myself and Glenn can run this place. It's getting dark Carol. We don't stand a chance" he took a step to her, hoping she would understand his reasoning. Of course he was worried about them both but he had to protect the prison.

"Do you even care!?" she hissed, pushing the baby into an unexpectant Beth's arms. That was it for Rick, every turn he went this woman was doubting him, pushing his buttons and demanding more when she didn't contribute to half as much as he had.

"Of course I care! Do you!? You're the one who started this mess Carol. You couldn't keep your mouth shut. You pushed them out of this camp Carol. That is on you!" he snarled before pushing past her. It was all he could take for now. He knew that Glenn and Tyreese would begin to pick up the pieces he had just shattered but he wanted Carol to see this. He wanted her to know how hard it was for me. To make a call, a call that might not always be right.

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Amelia was rigid when she woke up, checking her body for anything that may be injured but from what she could tell she was fine. A numbing pain at the back of her head told her that she had been out for some time when she came to. A dark room that was slowly smothering her with heat came into view. Nothing but an old rickety chair and a desk in one corner littered the room. It was old and dirty but made of tin. The unusual building almost looked make shift. Her eye's desperately began to dart around the room trying to find the one she need reassurance from but he wasn't there.

Wriggling her arms she heard the clang of metal on metal but the cuffs weren't the ones she had expected. No these where newer, a new generation model that wasn't as popular. She groaned and fell back into the old pipe line.

"Fuck" she breathed. What was she supposed to do now?

Just as she began to lose all hope the door cracked open a little, she flinched, hoping it was Daryl. Pleading with whoever was up there, in the sky, had let him escape. No such luck. Martinez, her capturer came into the room, a light air of arrogance surrounding him.

"The Governor will be in to see you soon" he sneered, looking down at her.

"Oh thank you maid! How kind of you to come tell me" she hissed back, wriggling.

"Got yourself a smart mouth. He don't like that" and he sat down on the desk next to her, ignoring her wriggling. It must have been common for him to see people tied up and she felt anger burn within her again. He was one of those people.

"I ain't scared of him" she hissed back, giving up and crossing her legs "Hell I aint' scared of any of you. This isn't my fight you dragged me in"

"If you're rolling with Rick's crew then you're involved" and he pulled out a tooth pick from his coat pocket and popped it into his mouth. "Plus you looked hella- scared out there to me"

Amelia heard the nonchalantly tone and knew this guy wasn't along for the ride, no, he was trying to survive and was sticking with the governor for only that.

"Did I? Brilliant"

"You gotta death wish or something? Or are you just stupid? He's going to torture you for information, he's doing it to your boyfriend now!" he hissed, incredulous that she wasn't seeing the situation for what it really was.

Amelia shrugged even though deep down her stomach was painfully cramping at the thought of Daryl undergoing more torture. He was strong though, she knew that.

"Oh wonderful. You told me what was on today's rota and I didn't even have to charm it out of you" she grinned wickedly, smug with herself.

He blanched and blinked down at her. "Who are you?" he breathed.

Looking at him darkly, she smiled again, showing off her pearly whites "I'm nobody" and she could already hear another set of footsteps coming towards the door. Amelia sat up right, breathing low and keeping her eyes on the door.

Shumpert, a vile looking guy with a squashed pigs nose bolted through the door, his t-shirt smeared with blood. Amelia felt her face faltering slightly and used up her last bit of resolve to hide it.

"He wants her now" and as soon as the words came out he left, without as much as a glance at her.

Martinez slowly made his way to her, trying to find her eyes but she was focused, turning off her brain for what was about to happen. Amelia would die happy knowing she wouldn't give this psychopath anything. Amelia would protect that little boy and girl back at the prison with everything she had in her. It was the only thing worth fighting for now. Amelia had changed being with the prison camp and this was proving it. She had to reassure herself that what she felt back there was real or life was going to win.

As she was pushed through two dark corridors she began to make peace with everything that had happened in her life. It was a quick process but she was satisfied enough to turn the lights off in her house. This is what the training had prepared her for and she was ready, accepting, she would not show any mercy or pain.

Amelia fell into the next room, almost blinded by a long hanging light in the middle but she pushed through her temporary blindness and found Daryl. He was gagged, tied to a chair and bloodied. There where slits in his chest and all down his arms, he was sweating trying to hold in the pain. He was wriggling to try and get close to her as Martinez pushed her down onto a metal table.

As soon as her skin hit the table she was forcefully tied down. Her chest, stomach and feet where bolted to the ice cold table with straps of leather. The Governor dropped from out of the shadows and slowly made his way over to her, wielding a shiny knife covered in Daryl's blood. Amelia didn't wince but she wanted too.

"Are you going to be a little helpful today Amelia?" He asked and Amelia controlled the urge to kick out as he mentioned her name. Daryl must of slipped. Amelia suddenly felt a sadness towards the man currently bleeding all over the place, he was struggling to maintain and she couldn't protect him. "You see Daryl would only tell me your name but I need to know more. I don't have a lot of time and if you do I'll make it worth your while"

"Go to hell!" she spat, turning her head from him and ignoring the bright beam above her.

"I'll think you'll find we're all in hell" he laughed as he sharply pressed the knife to her forearm, dragging it against the delicate skin. Arching her back in the slightest she resisted the pain and bit into her lip. Ignoring his stare.

Martinez from her right side was refusing to look at her, his right fist shaking visibly from her side. It was all she needed to see.

The Governor enraged by her lack of screaming pulled up her shirt, high enough to show the bottom of her bra. Daryl behind her began to scream through his gag, angry slurrs of hateful threats but the Governor only smirked.

"How many of you are there?" he demanded.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat the question? I was away with the fairies for a little while there" she breathed, her tone equal.

He pressed then, into the underlining of her bra and brought the sharp blade across the skin. Opening her up. Amelia resisted the urge to scream as the sting sharpened. No satisfaction. Hold that memory. Calm your mind.

"I am not to be played with" he snarled pressing the knife in deeper. Her eyes squinted up into the light but she refused him, pushed his pain out. "How many of you are there!?" he screamed into her face, spittle touching the ends of her hair.

"Say it don't spray it mister!" she joked only for the knife to be pressed across her ribs, her weakest spot from the injuries she sustained trying to save Carl. A whimper fell from her mouth as he dug in, turning the blade. Her breath went but her resolve didn't, it wasn't deep enough to kill her.

"I'll slit your throat bitch. Tell me how many?"

"76!" she suddenly yelled, as if she had just had an epiphany. "76 fucks I don't seem to give right now" and she began to laugh, hysterically ignoring the loud groan from Daryl.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now!?" Shumpert interjected "She's off her head. There isn't about thirty in that camp. Our best best is to drag these sons of bitches down there. We'll get a better look then" and he leaned in, snarling at her as the blood trickled down her body.

"Fucking hell where did they find you Einstein?" she cackled viciously only to have a blow delivered to her torn rib cage. Wheezing she still laughed, showing the Governor that she would go down with a fight

He scanned her, pressing his knife to the hollow part her neck and he slowly, watching her eyes began to drag it across the thin piece of skin.

Daryl from behind eye's widened with shock as he tried to wriggle from his binds, his screams through the dusty rag becoming horse. He was going to take her away from him, in front of her and he was helpless. The knife went in harder and Amelia arched her back, a light airy sound falling from her lips.

"Boss wait! We can use her!" Martinez interrupted.