A.N.: So I started reading the comics. I'm reading them online for free without having to download anything, which is awesomesauce.
Michonne awoke in her bed. She looked over at Tyreese's sleeping form. She sighed. She enjoyed his company, she really did. He was a good man. She still missed Mike though. Oh god, and Andre. She wouldn't forgive him for what he and Terry did. They just had to go and shoot up heroine. Pass out, get bit, die, let their son-their son die.
She used to be a lawyer. The old her would die laughing if she heard about what she was doing now.
Tyreese shook a little. He turned over and mumbled, "Morning."
She said the same thing in response.
"I'm gonna go looking for him today."
"I thought you were done with that."
"You know what he did-"
"That doesn't mean you need to go out there, risking your life, to kill him."
"I still just-I still think he needs to die."
"You can't just think about it all the-"
"What happened with Woodbury-I just..."
"Hey, don't worry about it. Just be careful,"
She rubbed his arm and kissed him before getting out of bed.
Later that day, she returned. No sight of anything that might indicate the Governor being there.
"She needs to stop worrying about finding him," Glenn said.
"Who?" T said.
"The Governor."
"She still thinking 'bout that?"
Glenn nodded.
"Hey, so Daryl, Michonne, Bob, Tyreese, Sasha, and I are gonna go to that Big Spots. You wanna come with?"
"Why not?"
T-Dog didn't really do much. In more ways than one, he felt like dead weight. Any chance he could get to go and help the group out, he took it. Besides, he and Glenn were good friends and he would ask him if he wanted to participate, even though the answer was always 'yes'.
Maggie and Glenn were doing better. She got over the incident with him accidentally hitting her when he tackled Daryl. The couple had had a pregnancy scare. Not only was she concerned about having a bun in the oven, she was worried that she had miscarried. They were extremely cautious in the birth control department. It wasn't that they didn't want to have a baby, they just didn't exactly feel safe enough.
But they did feel safe enough to grow crops.
So the Big Spots run was a disappointment. They got some things they needed, but overall, there wasn't much to get.
They had a doctor. Dr. S. The 's' stood for 'Stevens', but they never called him that for some reason. He was decent. Because Hershel was dead, and he was the closest thing they had to a doctor, S was practically a blessing.
Everything was ordinary for a couple of days. Nothing strange, nobody was getting bit, nobody was dying suddenly. It was just...Plain.
Plain until the Governor went up to the prison gates with a huge-ass tank.
He had people. Lots of them. He had Tyreese and Michonne on their knees, hands tied behind their backs, with her sword placed above his neck.
"Daryl! Time to talk!"
A few people ran inside to get "the leader." He must've still thought Daryl was the leader. When they had their "talk," that was his position in the group a couple of months ago.
The man rushed outside and yelled, "The hell do you want?"
The Governor chuckled and responded, "I want us to talk."
"About what?"
"Come down here."
He reluctantly strode down to the gate so they could "talk."
"You see what I've got here?" The Governor said proudly, looking down at Tyreese and Michonne. It was clear that he couldn't wait to kill her. "I've got your people. Now, you get all of your other people out of the prison and nobody has to die." He smiled.
"We can't just leave!"
"You've got till sundown."
"But-"
"No 'buts', now get all of your people out and this can all work out."
"We might need a little bit longer than that."
"You sure? Because I've got-" He swung the katana in the air. "-this right here and somebody can get hurt!"
Daryl tried think. Tried to process what was happening.
"It doesn't have to go this way. You can go and we don't have to see each other-"
"I'm not too sure that I like that idea. You've got one more chance to get out."
Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
Daryl's heart rate quickly changed to a faster pace.
He was just about to turn around to tell everyone they had to go, when he heard the Governor say, "That was your last chance."
He swung the sword down at the base of Tyreese's neck. Blood gushed out of the wound. Michonne's jaw slacked down and trears threatened to make an appearance.
He swung the sword down again while guns were being shot at random.
Daryl fumbled around for the pistol at his side. His crossbow wasn't with him and it wouldn't do any good.
The third strike of the sword caused Tyreese's head to roll onto the grass.
Michonne rolled around, trying to free herself. She put her butt in the gap her arms were making from being tied up and moved them, attempting to get her feet through. The attempt was a success.
The entire scene was a blur. Too many things were happening.
People were getting shot, walkers were coming to join the party, people were getting bit, people were running away.
A blur.
A.N.: Ok, so I finally updated. I know this chapter was pitiful (in terms of not that much happening), but it's my story. I'm in control. I decided to not do the sickness thing. It had little to no purpose in the show and it would make everything weirder for me to write. Tyreese did get his head cut off by the Governor in the comics, by the way...Anyways, I'll update soon and please review!