A.N.: Ok, so I'm not sure about how you're all thinking about Shane's death. For all I know you could be thinking that the story is useless now, but believe you me, I have plans.
They didn't bury Shane's body. He didn't deserve it. They burned it. They did, however, bury Lori's. Right next to the baby's. Carl decided to start calling her "Judith." Nobody questioned it. He though that she deserved to have a name.
They felt nothing after it. They thought they would feel relieved. It didn't change anything that happened. That he did.
Daryl, Merle, Glenn and Maggie were on their way to have a talk with the Governor. Michonne stayed behind with T, Carol and Carl. Daryl had decided that for the sake of everything that he would temporarily take the title of "the leader."
Andrea was there. A few other guys were there as well. Daryl went inside to talk with the Governor while the others waited outside.
"What happened to Shane?" Andrea asked.
"Carl killed him," Maggie said.
Andrea looked down at her feet and muttered, "Right,"
"He had to do it," Glenn told her, "Shane killed Herschel, Beth killed herself, you know what he did to the baby, and you have no clue what he was doing with Lori's body,"
Andrea still looked down at her feet, wanting to deny every word.
One of the Governor's men, Martinez, looked as if he were just taking in every word about Shane to somehow use.
"Sick bastard," Merle chimed in,
"Oh, and you're so much better?" Andrea said sarcastically.
Merle just chuckled at her response and made kissy sounds.
"Ohh, Shane! Govern- Ohh!" He moaned mockingly.
She gave him the bitch face. He was acting like a child!
"Merle, stop it," Glenn said.
Whatcha gonna do 'bout it, Chinaman?"
Glenn's anger was boiling red hot in his veins. He tried to keep his composure. Thankfully, he was patient.
"He's Korean," Maggie said.
"Oh, now look at you!" Merle replied, "Standing up for your boyfriend!"
Nobody said anything else. Merle was an asshole, and they weren't going to give him anymore reasons to be one.
"I suggest that you stop doing that and apologize," some poor dear named Milton said, "You ought to be more more aware of his racial-"
"I don't give a shit," Merle interrupted, chuckling.
Nobody talked. They just sat in silence waiting for Daryl to come out. They waited about half an hour for him to return. He just made his way to the car without speaking to anybody. The others got in with him.
Once they were driving back to the prison, Maggie asked, "What'd he say?"
"Nothin'" Daryl muttered with his hands on the wheel.
"C'mon, little brother. It ain't like ya"ll were in there that long without talking," Merle said, chuckling again.
"He wants Michonne,"
"What?" Glenn asked.
"He said that if we give her to him that he won't attack us,"
"You know that's not true," Maggie said, "He'll try and kill us either way,"
"We don't know that,"
"Michonne's an asset. We might need her,"
Daryl opened his mouth to say something back, but quickly closed it.
When they arrived at the prison, it was nearly dark. Carl and T opened to gate for them.
"How'd it go?" He asked.
Daryl didn't respond.
"How did it-"
"Don't," Maggie told the boy.
They walked inside and found Michonne and Carol talking on the steps. They saw that they were back and discontinued their conversation.
"What'd he say?" Michonne asked.
"He wants you,"
She looked down at the concrete flooring and sighed.
"But we aren't going to give you in," Maggie told her. Michonne looked up at her.
"We didn't agree on that," Daryl said.
"He's going to try and kill us anyways! He just wants her dead first!"
Daryl slumped his shoulders and walked over to his cell and muttered, "Bitch," under his breath.
Glenn definitely heard him say that because he tackled him as he was heading towards his cell.
"Glenn! Stop it!"
Merle decided to join in on the fight that was occurring, but Carol made a successful attempt to stop him.
Glenn was punching Daryl in the face, which was now bleeding, but he just laid there on the ground.
Maggie attempted to put a stop to the fight, and her result was accidentally getting shoved down on the ground by Glenn. That stopped him. She got up and walked to her cell.
"Maggie, I-"
"Don't talk to me,"
"I didn't mean to-" he touched her shoulder lightly.
"Don't. Touch. Me,"
He slowly backed away from her and sat down on one of the steps.
"The fuck you do that for?" T-Dog asked.
"I didn't mean it,"
Maggie was crying on her bed, being consoled by Michonne and Carl. Carol had the first aid kit and was trying to sanitize Daryl's wounds. Merle was off on his own doing whatever he did.
Merle was gone. Michonne was gone. The others were preparing the prison for the Governor and/or his goons. Glenn still wanted to find a way to apologize to Maggie. He was looking at the walkers. He noticed a ring on one of their fingers.
How would that work? Would it work? He just wanted her to talk to him again. But he did love her.
Why the fuck not?
He cut the finger off of the walker's hand with his knife. He wiped the ring clean with his shirt and put it in his pocket.
T was placing plywood boards in certain areas with Carol. They needed spots to be so that if or when the Governor attacked them they could have better luck defending themselves.
Daryl left to go look for Merle and Michonne. The chances of him taking her to the Governor were fairly high.
Night came and Michonne had returned before sundown. Daryl came back when it was already dark. According to him, Merle was dead. Supposedly by the Governor. It was official, Michonne was one of them and the Governor was going to attack.
A.N.: Ok so I wanted to update before Monday, that's for sure. I updated last Monday and I wanted to get this chapter done before I hit that "one week" mark. Oh, and in the middle of writing this, I actually almost considered mixing my Sophia lives fanfic with this one, but then I stopped myself...Also Sophia's death has already been confirmed in this, so yeah. Umm, that would've been a bad idea. Ok so I'll be sure to update soon and please review!