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Now the group was divided. The men, Ellen and Michonne against the rest of the women. The women wanted to stay where they felt safe, seeing how things fared when their men got back from Woodbury. The men wanted to pack up, find somewhere the governor didn't know about in case things went bad. They knew the governor was aware of their location, so even if they failed in their effort, the governor surely would have told his men where they were, and Milton had said that the governor had some messed up men among his ranks, and a lot of them. Milton and Ellen had served as mediators between the men. Well, they tried at sharp divide had happened after Carol had basically tried to beat the shit out of Merle.
They were gathered in the common area, everyone sitting at the cold metal tables, divided almost by gender. The only women who were for leaving the prison right now were Michonne and Ellen. The only person straddling the fence on the men's side was Glenn and who could blame him, Daryl had thought, he still wanted to get some after this shit was over. They were having a heated argument, some women yelling, some men pounding their fists on the metal table tops. Carol smirked as she looked at Daryl who was hanging back, arms crossed over his chest. They had talked about this privately and they both knew where the other stood. Carol wanted to stay at the prison, but she understood the danger of staying if they weren't able to kill each and every minion the governor had. Daryl understood Carols and the other women's desire for security, a permanent home, especially Carol, who had grown more protective of Andrea over the last few weeks.
The debate was getting heated. Rick and Herschel going up against Beth and Maggie, T-Dog throwing in a few words here and there. But the biggest display was Andrea going up against Merle. Everyone knew that those two knew how to fight, and they knew how to make up. That was their relationship. They fought hard, they loved hard.
At this precise moment they were standing toe to toe, arguing about what to do if they got the governor, but not all of his men.
"If the motherfucker dies, we still need to get all of his dipshit friends. Milton said they all know where we are, and most of them are like him. Take what they want." He pointed his finger at Andreas burgeoning belly. "Who they want, and don't ask no questions."
Andrea furrowed her brow, stabbing her finger into his chest. "Fine! You and all the rest of these macho men go take out the governor, take out as many men of his as you can. What the fuck do you want us to do while you are gone? If we have a chance at keeping this prison, I would defend this place to my last breath. We need something permanent, something ours. You want us to get out on the road, all these women, maybe one or two men? While you branch out and try to find us somewhere to stay? For what Merle, a week? A month? Our child needs somewhere to be born goddammit!"
Merle stepped closer to her, gripping her finger in his hand. As soon as she said that about the baby being born something snapped inside him. This was all too much. All this shit was running through his mind, now he was going to be responsible for bringin this kid into the fuckin world. "Look here you uppity, loudmouth bitch. Ya ned ta sit yer fat ass down an let the men handle this shit."
Daryl stepped forward. "Dammit Merle-"
Merle shot Daryl a 'shut the fuck up look' as everyone collectively held their breath. Instead of screaming at Merle, Andrea did something completely unexpected. She walked closer to Merle and put her hand on his cheek, staring into his eyes. She leaned in, placing her head on his chest. Her belly was pressed up against him and all of a sudden Merle felt the baby, his baby, move.
He backed up almost as if something had bitten him. Andrea went to follow and he turned, hand poised in the air to smack her. Andrea stepped backwards, afraid of Merle for the first time since this whole thing started. As she walked backwards her shoe caught on the bottom hem of her jeans, and she fell down hard. Carol and Beth raced over to her, helping her up. Merle moved towards her, putting out his hand, but Carol slapped it away.
"You Merle Dixon are a complete asshole. Get the fuck away from her now. Or I swear you will be so damn sorry."
Merle stared daggers at Carol. "Hey brother, better get yer woman in line. Teach her ta shut the hell up."
Daryl looked at Carol and smirked. "Nah, she's doin just fine. But ya best mind what she says. She will kick yer ass if she has ta."
Andrea was on her feet, Beth and Ellen taking her back to her cell. Merle called after her. "Yeah, why don't ya go an rest now. All ya do round here anyhow. Eat, bitch and sleep. Aint good fer nothin no more."
Merle never saw it coming. Carol blindsided him with a right hook that had a surprising amount of anger behind it. He staggered back, holding his jaw. Glenn laughed, Maggie slapping his arm. Rick and Daryl had moved a bit closer to the pair, just in case they were needed.
"Now listen here little lady, I aint never put my hands on ya, but ya hit me again, I'm gonna."
Carol chuckled leaning real close so only Merle could hear her. "No you wont Merle. I know exactly why you are treating her like this right now. Must be a Dixon thing. And believe me, she knows why too. But no matter why you are doing it, you scared her. That woman is carrying your chid and she was afraid of you just now. Are ya happy Merle?"
Merle rubbed his hand down his face, glaring at Carol. "Fuck You."
Daryl had heard that part and shook his head. "Ya asked for it Merle."
Carol smiled sweetly at her future brother in law. Merle was staring at that smile when he felt burning pain shoot through his body. Carol had actually reached down and grabbed him by the balls, and she was squeezing for all she was worth. A gasp went up among the men, some subconsciously shielding their own testicles.
The smile stayed pasted on her face as Merle sank to the floor, trying to wrench his manhood away from her. "You are gonna fix this you ass, or this little dick here," she gave another harsh squeeze "is gonna get cut off while you are asleep. Do you understand me?"
Merle, who was now having trouble breathing nodded.
Carol let go and stood up, wiping her hands on her jeans. "Good."
Merle just curled up in the fetal position holding himself to make sure she actually hadn't taken anything with her.
Daryl shook his head as Carol walked away. He leaned over Merle, patting him on the back. "I told ya to watch out asshole. Maybe next time ya gonna listen?"
Merle managed to growl out a "fuck you" from between his clenched teeth.
Daryl got up, pushing his boot into Merles side, rolling him over. "And just so ya know, if I thought for a second you would a really hit yer woman, I woulda killed you. Don't ever test me on that."
An hour later, Glenn was making his rounds, checking the fences one last time before he traded with T-Dog. As he came to where the fence curved behind what used to be one of the generators he noticed that the fence had been pulled up at the bottom. It would be a tight fit, but someone could definitely fit through. He turned towards the prison to warn the others when something hard hit him on the back of the head and his whole world went black.
