"Carl, come here." Glenn calls for the young boy. The 3 of the men left in the morning to scout out the location. We've been trying to stay busy, but our nerves keep us all on edge. "You stash these at the loading dock. All right?" He hands some weapons and other supplies to him before he heads off. "Beth, put more up on the catwalk." he directs to the young girl, "if anyone gets pinned down, we need to make sure that they have plenty of ammo. I'll go work on the cage outside." he grabs some tools and goes to leave.
Merle removes his foot from the wall he was resting on "what we should be doing is loading some of this firepower in a truck and paying a visit to the Governor." his accent way more thick than his brothers. "We know where he is right now."
Michonne asks "Are you suggesting that we just go in and kill him?"
Merle snarls back in her direction "Yeah, I am."
I step up "We told Rick and Daryl that we'd stay put." I remind him, wanting to stick to that plan.
"I've changed my mind, sweetheart." he looks at me with something behind his eyes "being on the sideline with my brother out there ain't sittin' right wit me."
Glenn defends the choice "the three of them are right in the middle of it. No idea we're coming. They could get taken hostage or killed. A thousand things could go wrong. And they will." He insists, the rest of us agree.
Carl adds on "my dad can take care of himself."
Merele comments "Sorry, son, but your dad's head could be on a pipe real soon."
Maggie yells across the room "don't say that to him."
Glenn speaks up again "it's not the right move. Not now. Can't take the risk of putting them in the crossfire. That's my decision. It's final." He nods his head to confirm of his choice.
Merle retreats down the stairs, and sits at a table. It doesn't last though, and after some time he gets up to go towards the door "hey, you're not going." Glenn steps in his way.
Merle snarls angrily "I don't need permission."
Glenn stands his grown "I can't let you."
"You can't stop me." He argues back.
"If you're gonna live here with us, it's gonna be on our terms." Glenn responds.
I add on "If Michonne can do it, why can't you?"
"'Cause it's my brother out there, that's why." He spits back to us "what's the matter with y'all?" he asks turning to look whomever is in the room.
"I'm not gonna let you put them in danger." Glenn reassures.
Merle steps just a bit closer to him "nut up already, boy. This guy cops a feel of your woman and you pussy out like this?" he brings up the horrific incident between the governor and Maggie. "Get out of my way." Merle stares him down.
"No." Glenn says back.
"Get out of my way!" He pushes at him, the two of them throwing punches and falling to the ground. Michonne and I quickly spring up to help out Glenn, the larger man could over power Glenn easily. I get to him first, and jump on his back to pull him off. "Get off me bitch!" he spits out, throwing me off like a rag doll. His elbow connects with my face as I fall backward.
Michonne puts her arms around his neck as his are on Glenn's, there grunting and arguing filling the jail with echoes. A gun shot rings through everyone's ears and I turn to see Beth holding one up into the air. She lowers her arm slowly and walks back into the cell block. "Let me go! Let me go!" Merle spits as Glenn grunts out. The fight is over, and the two men go their separate ways.
Rick and the others return before night fall. Once inside, we all wait in the common room for him to tell us what happened. "Wha happen to your cheek?" Daryl asks, seeing the small bruise that had formed.
"Nothin' just ran into a cell door." I lie, not wanting to cause drama between him and his brother. I don't know for sure if it would, but Daryl doesn't seem the type to let any guy hit a girl, his brother included.
Hershel and Daryl stay close by to Rick ready to elaborate if need be on the situation Rick is about to propose. "So, I met this Governor" his mouth twitches when he says the self-given name. He nods his head before continuing, his eyes dark as he stares through us "Sat with him for quite a while."
"Just the two of you?" Merle pipes up.
"Yeah." Rick responds.
"Should have gone when we had the chance, bro." Merle walks to the back of the crowded area.
"He wants the prison" Rick states first "He wants us gone. Dead" he changes it. "He wants us dead for what we did to Woodbury." I look over to Maggie, whose looking at Glenn. Carol has her eyes down and Carl stares at his father. "We're going to war" Rick finally says breaking the silence. I look over to Daryl then, whose looking over to me. He nods his head just slightly, and I know he'll tell me more about the meeting when we go off tomorrow. Rick leaves the room, Hershel following and the rest of us try to move forward with the evening.
During dinner, we open up some of the wine found on the latest run. I decide to have some, knowing this won't come along for the journey if we leave the prison. I poor myself a second glass, finishing it off rather quickly. The conversation in the room is light as we joke about things from our pasts "I once delivered a pizza to a man who came to the door with nothing but a pineapple covering his privates" Glenn chuckles at the memory shaking his head.
"What?!" Maggie laughs loudly as the rest of us do.
He sips from his cup "seriously, and it wasn't even a big pineapple!" He comments. The room ooh's at his words "not like that" he quips back, face turning more red with embarrassment. "Oh, and to top it all of he ordered pizza with pineapple!" His voice gets louder with laughter.
"Man had quiet the relationship with pineapples" Carol chuckles back and we all laugh.
"More?" She offers me another glass. I go to accept but Daryl swipes the cup from where it was resting before she could pour it.
I pout towards him "you've had enough" he says dropping it near his empty glass. He gets up from the table and walks towards the perch. I stand up to follow him and hear Maggie mutter something to Glenn besides her. I shoot daggers at her and she just smirks with a sorry grin.
"Why do you have to be a party pooper?" I ask him, feeling a little light headed as I walk up the stairs behind him.
He sits down and his eyes meet mine. They are serious when he says "if you're going to learn to shoot, you need a clear head. I don't need to be wanderin' around some place unfamiliar with a hung over ray of sunshine."
I want to say something witty back but nothing comes to mind, and I know he's right. I plop down next to him with a "fine" and let my legs dangle off the ledge "got any water?" I ask him, wanting to sober up before going to bed. He passes me a canteen and we listen to the joyful conversation being had below for a bit longer.