SURPRISE! I ended up getting projects done early so here's an extra chapter! I honestly didn't think this part of the story through as much. I forgot how much detail, cuts and multiple stories going on in the two episodes between Woodbury and the Prison. When they invade we got Merle, we got Maggie and Glenn, Michonne. So, expect a lot of jumping around sorry if it grows confusing. I had to make my notes longer to keep track where to put Angela and Kaylee. Anyway, I hope you guys like it either way. Enjoy!

Kaylee would be able to see where she was if the sack wasn't blinding her sight. A gag was in her mouth to keep her quiet, and her hands were bound behind her. She heard the sound of water bubbling, but no matter how she turned her head, Kay could only determine it was coming from her right. Sitting in the corner, she stretched her legs out, touching something diagonal of her right, something square or cube-shaped. But the sounds of the muttering or something living by her made her scared to try and explore where she was.

What had he had meant by 'white flag'? Was she their hostage? This Governor was keen to find out how many were there, to see if they were telling the truth. With no idea where Maggie and Glenn were, or if they were okay, the teen just prayed they'd be out of here soon. She didn't know if the group knew by now that they hadn't returned, didn't even know such a place like this existed.

Kay jumped when the sound a door creaking came to her ears, it was slow and almost brought a chill to her spine. She felt like she was in one of those haunted houses with how low the creak of the door was, then thudding of shoes meeting wood. No words were heard, was it the Governor, Merle?

"H-Hello?" She called, the thudding of footsteps were heard and rushed toward her. A hand touched her shoulder, making her flinch at the contact, the hand retreated instantly.

"Don't worry," Came a woman's voice, one she hadn't heard before. "You're okay."

The sack finally came off her head, Kaylee blinked, seeing a black woman with dreadlocks and a sword on her back crouching before her. She looked the teen up and down, seeing the marks and bruises from the beating the Governor had given her. The woman was shocked to see the teen in such a state, she turned her around and saw her wrists bound by zip ties.

"This is gonna hurt." She warned.

The samurai woman yanked her arms apart breaking the ties, Kay let out a yelp as her wrists became free. She turned out, removing the gag from her mouth. "Thank you, so much."

"Are you Kaylee?" She asked, Kay rubbed at her wrists with a nod. "Your group is here to rescue you, they got the other two."

Kay leaned her head back, smiling much to the woman's surprise. "Thank the damn God, they're alright."

"You need to get out while you can, it's hell out there." She explained, getting to her feet as did Kay. "Did the asshole who kidnapped you do this?" She asked, looking over how she was wincing to stand straight, her arm around her stomach.

"You mean Merle? No," Kay shook her head. "That Governor guy beat me up." The woman's face scrunched in anger, another reason to take care of him. Kaylee looked around the room, spotting the tanks filled with the bubbling water she had heard. What shocked her was the heads, walker heads inside the tanks.

The woman saw her reaction, not wanting her to see any more of the horrors this place held. "Go, if you stay any longer they'll-"

A sudden thudding was heard, eyes shot to a small metal grate in the wall. Kaylee had been hearing a few noises now and then. "There's something in there."

The samurai held a hand back, removing her sword which brought awe to the teen. "Stay back." She warned, reaching to undo the latch, the door swinging open.

Waiting for a moment for something to jump out, the two were appalled to what they found. A little girl, a sack over her head, arms bound across her torso, and a chain connected to a collar around her neck. A little red dress, pink blouse, cute shoes- Yes, it was indeed a little girl locked in there.

"Oh, my God." The samurai muttered, instantly placing her sword down and holding her arms out to the girl that shuffled toward them. Kay bent on her knees, knowing if she crouched down she wouldn't be standing for a good while.

"It's okay. We're not gonna hurt you." She softly whispered to the girl.

"Jesus Christ…" Kay muttered, as the woman reached back and unlatched the chain holding the girl back. This might be worse than how she remembered Roy was, Kaylee feared for what else the man had done beyond what she was seeing.

The samurai reached up, removing the bag from her head, only to jump back. This wasn't a little girl anymore, she was a walker! Her little teeth snapped at her, Kaylee stood behind the chair at the sight of it. The samurai reached for her sword, as Kaylee grabbed the girl's shoulders, she raised the sword ready to end her.

"NO!"

They turned, finding the Governor pointing a gun at the two. He wasn't the terrifying towering man Kaylee saw him, but now he looked scared of the sight before him. The usual steady grip on his gun was shaking, seeing them holding the girl ready to execute her. Kaylee looked at the girl then to him, was… was she someone important to him?

"Don't hurt her."

The low demanding voice was now quaking at his words. He saw the samurai woman was not about to let this go, she looked to Kay then to him. His hands left the trigger, slipping it back into his holster, then taking the belt off and dropping it to the floor carelessly. Hands rose again, as he took a very careful step toward them. The samurai took the girl by the shoulder, holding her in front as if a hostage. She nodded Kay to stay behind her, the teen felt conflicted. Clearly, this girl might have been family, maybe a daughter at one point. She had turned, and he couldn't let her go. The cursed teen, felt bad for him, in a way.

"It's me you want. There's no need for her to suffer." He tried to reason, making it to the door frame.

"She doesn't have needs." The woman told.

He denied it, shaking his head as his pleading eyes reached her. "Don't hurt my little girl."

Kaylee saw this as a possible arrangement. Spare his 'daughter' and escape without a problem. No blood to be shed, no one had to be hurt. Kaylee raised her hand, catching the man's attention.

"Please don't." He begged the two.

Before Kaylee can offer something to an agreement, the cold woman plunged her sword through the girl's head and out of her snarling opened mouth. The man cried out, tackling the woman to the ground. Kaylee scrambled out of the way, not knowing what to do. She had never been in a conflict like this, the teen fought off walkers for so long, fighting another human was foreign to her. She wanted to help this woman, the one who saved her from whatever sick plans this man might've had.

The woman managed to knock him off her before he could try to choke her out. She climbed on top, using the sheath of her sword to put him in a chokehold, her eyes met Kay at the door.

"Go!" She demanded.

Kaylee stammered, "W-What about you?"

"Your sister is looking for you! Go! Now!"

Unable to argue, Kaylee turned and ran out to find an escape from the place making sure to keep in the shadows.

Rick and the others had managed to escape, returning to the rendezvous outside the wall. In the process, they had lost Oscar dying of a gunshot wound. Daryl and Angela were still inside, Rick decided it was best to wait for their return. He alone led Maggie and Glenn behind the car, everyone on the wall pointed the searchlights all over to find them.

"Come on, guys." He hissed to himself, knowing that the damn search for his brother was wasting time for Daryl and Angela to find Kay.

The sounds of a rustle of bushes caused everyone to turn around, Michonne snaked her way from under the train car. Rick and Maggie stood, pointing their guns at her as she scrambled to her feet. Blood was over her face, clearly, she had been in a fight.

"Where the hell were you?" He questioned.

More rustling was heard, Maggie pointed her gun at her, but the aim fell when someone she knew crawled out from under the train car. Kaylee looked up, spotting Rick and Maggie with their guns, Glenn sitting by the car a few feet away.

"Kay…" Maggie whispered. The teen jumped to her feet and slammed right into Maggie who hugged her tightly. "It's okay, it's okay. Shhh." She cooed, trying to calm the distraught and beaten teen.

Seeing the teen's conditions match with Michonne's, Rick was put on edge. "Put your hands up!" Rick ordered, Michonne did as told. "Turn around. Turn around." She turned and Rick removed her sword then she leaned against the car.

"R-Rick…" Kay choked out, as Maggie petted her hair and wiped the oncoming tears from her cheeks.

"Get what you came for?" He asked.

"Rick, stop it. She saved me." Kay told, wanting to defend the woman.

Rick eyed the teen up, then Michonne as she stepped away from her. "Where's the rest of your people?" She asked, spotting three members missing.

"They got Oscar." Glenn snarled, his own gun raised at her as he didn't trust her one bit.

"Daryl and Angela are missing." Maggie told her, earning a shocked gasped from Kay. "You didn't see him?"

"Angie is in there? Daryl too?" She asked.

"They were staying behind to look for you," Rick explained, he glared the woman. "If anything happens to them-"

"I brought you here to save them." She countered, cutting Rick off with his damned threats.

Rick looked to Kay, seeing she was proof enough that this woman wasn't ambushing or tricking them. She wasn't to be trusted, but her intent was good. "Thanks for the help, and saving Kay."

"You'll need help to get them back to the prison or to go back in there for Daryl and Angela." She told him. "Either way, you need me."

"Rick-" Kay coughed, bending at the soreness she still had from being kicked about. He looked to her, seeing her give her usual limp like walk toward him. "He had me bound and tied up, if she hadn't saved me, I might be dead or worse." She looked to Michonne then to Rick, with pleading eyes. "We need her."

Rick seemed to be thinking this over, he looked over to everyone, eyes lingering at the teen seeing her bruises. Just like Glenn, she was beaten too. Someone he considered family, a little sister he would proudly protect was now in this state. He sighed, looking toward the Woodbury wall then back to the others.

"Glenn, Kay, you go back to the car." He ordered, then looked to Michonne. "Lead them back to the car, watch them." She nodded, as he handed her sword back and she slid it back into its sheath. "Maggie, you and I are getting them back."

"Rick, I can fight." Glenn argued.

Rick shook his head, "No, we need you and Kay back to to the car. Keep watch in case you need to make a get away back to the prison." he told.

Glenn sighed, not having the energy to argue in his current state. Kaylee wanted to, she wanted to so badly say how she would rather fight to get her sister back than sit around and wait. The only problem was, she was too scared to say it. Deep down, she wanted to just go back and hide in her cell and never leave the safety of the prison ever again. The longer she stood out here, the more she wanted to get away.

Rick looked to Kay, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. "We'll get them back, I promise."

Betrayal, it was a large word. He was only seeing now in the eye of someone he trusted. Someone he considered his right-hand man, he gave many jobs to do and succeeded. Or so he thought. The sight of Michonne made Philip realize that Merle was a traitor, if he had actually killed her like he was ordered to, he wouldn't have lost his precious little girl. He wouldn't be wearing a bandage to cover his blind eye right now. None of the chaos that has happened, wouldn't be in effect to his town and people.

He stood in the mirror, with his one good eye, he kept looking at the would of his left eye. The glass shard stabbed right into the eyeball, leaving it permanently blind. The one-eyed glanced down as he buttoned up a freshly cleaned dark shirt, preparing for an announcement and an event he had planned. The door knocked, recovering his eye, he turned slightly over his shoulder.

"Come in." He called.

The door opened, Martinez was at the door. Cursing of a female voice was heard, along with shuffling and thudding of her knocking into things.

"You fucking dirtbag!" She yelled, as she was dragged into the room by the man and forced down into a chair. "Get your damn hands off me before I cut them off!"

"That's enough out of you." He told, watching the beanie headed woman in his mirror. Eyes shot to him, she got to her feet only to be shoved back down by Martinez. "Your name is Angela."

Angela turned to him, eying up the man. He was tall, with wrappings over his left eye. He recently got hurt, judging but how he was moving to take a drink from his liquor. The bandage was also fresh with no sign of blood.

"Where's my sister you bastard!?" She demanded, wishing they hadn't gotten her weapons when capturing her and Daryl during their search.

While running and gunning, they were ambushed and tackled by the men. Daryl was taken one way, and her another. She remembered seeing Daryl fighting like a feral animal being caught. He kept barking out curses like she had never heard before, eyes locked with Angela as she was dragged across the way from him.

"Your sister is gone." He told calmly, downing a glass of what she guessed was scotch. "Michonne took her."

Angela sighed, but was still tense knowing how she and Daryl were there. "Let us go, you've seen the damage we've done. The last thing you want is-"

He turned and threw his glass at the floor by her feet. Angela flinched but kept her hard glare at the man, her hands gripping the arms of the chair. Her eyes were met with a dark glare by the man, who looked he hadn't even snapped yet.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you." He growled at her, she just kept pushing it.

"I've seen worse men threaten to slit my throat." She told, seeing this man was trying to scare. The thought this man was like Roy itched at the back of her mind. Angela kept it a bay, she needed to get her and Daryl out of there.

"Your people attacked my community, a home my people call." He slowly sauntered toward her, towering over her in the chair. "You have a gull to take my threats a little as possible?"

Angela stood, still shorter than the tall man but squared her shoulders and glared into his one eye. "You started it by kidnapping my people and beating the shit out of them. This will not end well for you." She dared to warn.

The man was quick, he shoved her back into the chair holding her down by the throat. She reached up to claw at his grip, but a large knife was taken from his sheath on his hip and brought up to show her. That seemed to trigger something he noticed, she froze, eyeing the weapon up glinting in the light.

"That's all it takes." He figured.

In a haste of panic, Angela kicked the man in the gut, launching the chair back as she tumbled to the floor. The Governor was still sore from his fight with Michonne, not reacting or recovering as fast. Martinez reached for her, only for her to react at his tackle and take his arm, ramming him against the wall. She grabbed the back of his head and slammed his head against it before shoving him to the floor. Angela made a run for the door, but Philip had gotten to her, pressing his body against her in turn pressing her against the door. He breathed heavily in her ear, trying to get her arms as she clawed for the doorknob.

"Where do you think you're going?" He growled at her, making her shudder at how much he was pressing up against her.

Angela was soon forced by the recovering Martinez to turn around and had her arms held behind her back. He kicked the back of her knees as she fell down, using one hand to hold her wrists back, he grabbed a handful of the now exposed hair. Her beanie must have flown off when she tumbled out of the chair.

The Governor grinned, pressed the knife against her cheek to turn her head slightly. "What a beauty." He told, looking over the scar he now found on her head. "I see why you reacted the way you did."

Angela's eyes glared darkly at him. Once he removed the blade from her skin, she spat right at his face. He didn't even react to the spit landing on his face, he simply wiped it off his shoulder and put his hand around her throat. He moved her head to the side, putting the blade right where the scar ended at her temple.

"Time to finish who started this." He hissed.

Angela screamed, her legs trembling at the sensation of her flesh-slicing from the large knife. It was slowly dragged down, but then he swiftly swung the knife across her face. Blood poured, her whole face hurt, she couldn't tell how far the knife had cut, everything hurt! The men let her go, she fell to the ground, curling into a ball as she covered her bloody face screaming her lungs out at the burning sensation.

"Eye for an Eye."

Every one of Woodbury had gathered where the usual fights would happen for pure entertainment. The flames danced about, enlightening the area as the residents spoke among themselves over the confusion and fear of being attacked. Among them, Merle stood with his crew waiting for what the Governor had to say, in regards to the people who attacked and he himself being attacked. Along with a certain blonde woman thought to be dead by the Atlanta group, Andrea.

Chatter stopped once the sight of their leader came sauntering in, eye wrapped and he looked broken. He looked around at his people and shrugged. "What can I say?"

His eye cast down to the dirt, forming the words in his head as to the speech he would give them. "Hasn't been a night like this since the walls were completed. And I thought we were past it-" He swallowed, looking around at his people. "Past the days when we all sat, huddled, scared in front of the TV during the early days of the outbreak. The fear we all felt then, we felt it again tonight. I failed you. I promised to keep you safe."

A weak smirk played on his lips, "Hell, look at me." he wiped his lips as he circled about the center. "You know I-I should tell you that we'll be okay, that we're safe, that tomorrow we'll bury our dead and endure but I-I won't." He stopped, looking over the people.

"Because I can't. Because I'm afraid." Philip nodded, seeing some of them murmur among themselves. "That's right. I'm afraid of terrorists who want what we have. Want to destroy us!" He barked out, circling once more to keep himself going. "And worse," He added. "Because one of those terrorists is one of our own."

That caught people's panic, chattered about wondering who it was. Their eyes searched the arena, as if they'd figure out who it was. He pointed his finger, glaring right at the one-handed man. "Merle."

People gasped, weapons were pointed at him by his once so-called troupe. "The man I counted on, the man I trusted."

They started removing his weapons, including his gun and the blade on his prosthetic. He held his arms up, feeling the gun against his back. "He led 'em here! And he let 'em in!" He pointed at the man who was giving an even stare back. "It was you. You lied, betrayed us all."

Men started dragged two people toward the ring, arms bound and sacks on their heads. One of them, the smaller one, kept falling over, only to be roughly yanked back to their feet. Merle was pushed forward, being in the center with the Governor.

"These are two of the terrorists." The Governor reached for the struggling man's arm and yanked the sack off revealing to be Daryl. "Merle's own brother!"

Merle was shocked, as was Daryl. They both eyed each other, not seeing one another since the quarry almost a year ago. Daryl spotted Andrea, thinking she had died back at the farm. Two people back from the dead, on the wrong side, of course.

Philip extended his arm out to the other one, who was forced to their knees. The sack was removed, a smear of blood across her face revealed to be an injured Angela. She hung her head, blood dripping from the tip of her nose to fall to the dirt below her, shirt stained red. Daryl moved to her, but was shoved by Philip to stay away. A gun was put to her head, in case the two tried to make any means of attack. Angela's one eye was closed, with the blood smearing over her face, it was found he had sliced his knife across her eye. She didn't know if she was blind like he was now, she just knew her face hurt like hell, and blood mixed with tears in her eyes hadn't helped. Her eye was closed, not wanting to find out if she wouldn't be able to see anything out of it. Her one eye spotted Daryl, as more tears threatened to come out, having him see her in such a state. It felt just like she was back at Point Campus, a new scar for her face to wear like a medal. For her, it was something of shame to show the world, a new cross she must bear.

"So what should we do with them, huh?" The Governor asked his people.

"Kill them!"

"What!?" He questioned, wanting them to scream louder.

Echoes of the three to die were barked among the crowd. They all cheered to have them be killed, Angela shivered in her spot, it was the same as when Roy approached the crowd about Kaylee's punishment. These once were friendly people Merle knew were now against him, wanting him, his brother, and this scarred woman dead. Daryl eyed his brother up, who just looked to Daryl then to the Governor.

"You wanted your brother." He said to Merle, "Now you got him." Philip turned back and watched as chaos would soon ensue.

Daryl was breathing in a near labored manner, his attention wasn't focusing well. He kept watching this Governor circle them like a cat, guns aimed at the two as they were the center of attention. His eyes fell on Angela, who was struggling keep herself up from what she had just endured. The son of a bitch, she was bleeding to death right in front of her. He couldn't do anything, he couldn't prevent any of this, even his own brother involved in it all. For once in his life for so long, Daryl was terrified.

Andrea jumped from the crowd but was held back before she could reach the Governor. "Let them go! Philip!" She demanded him, though he didn't even take a glance to her.

"Stay out of this." She was told.

"They're my friends." She countered, seeing the bleeding Angela as her wound wasn't done letting the red sticky liquid drip down her face.

"It's not up to me anymore." Philip told her, finally turning to her. "The people have spoken."

"What?"

He looked back to Merle, pointing a finger at him. "I asked you where your loyalties lie." Daryl's wrists were finally free, as he fixed his vest, shirt near completely unbuttoned from the scuffle of being captured.

"You said here. Well, prove it." He told him. "Prove to us all. Brother against brother." He glanced to Daryl, nodding to him. "Winner goes free."

If that meant to Angela as well, Daryl didn't know. The seemed to notice the younger brother looking toward the kneeling woman. Philip glanced to her, then back up with a short grin. He didn't answer the question, hearing his people cheer at his decision on this.

"Fight to the death!"

"Philip, please!" Andrea begged, watching as he crossed over and stood on the sidelines, awaiting the match. "Don't do this!"

Within that moment, people started cheering for Merle once again. These people were crazy! Merle lifted his arm up, after giving a look to his 'precious' brother. "Ya'll know me. I'm gonna do whatever I gotta do, to prove-"

He suddenly swung a fist into Daryl's gut, catching him off guard. Angela started shifting about, watching Daryl fall to the ground coughing at the impact.

"That my loyalty is to this town!" Merle gave a swift kick to the chest, making Daryl rolling over, unable to get a chance to recover or stand.

"Daryl!" Angela screamed, fearful of Merle killing him.

The men held her back, as she tried to stand. He continued to throw punches at his brother, not giving him a chance. Angela looked around in horror, wishing she had the strength to just tackle Merle and help Daryl. "Daryl!"

The sound of snarling caught her attention, she shifted thinking a walker was coming at her when she saw them bring walkers into the ring. They had them held back by poles, just as Daryl swung a punch right into Merle's cheek. He stumbled back, almost walking into the newly introduced walkers.

Finally, on his feet, Daryl attempted to tackle his brother only to get thrown back to the ground. He held his brother down, to what Angela looked to be choking him. "Stop it!" She screamed out, seeing Daryl with his own hands around Merle's throat.

"Ya really think this asshole's gonna let ya go?" Daryl managed to question, in case he didn't have the chance with another punch Merle might throw.

"Just follow my lead, little brother." Merle grunted at him. "We're getting out of this, right now!"

Merle pulled Daryl to his feet, the brothers now back to back, surrounded by the walkers. Angela tried to see what was happened, as the walkers and men holding them were blinding her sights on the fight. They forced the walkers closer to them, causing the brothers to punch them and kick them away. Philip looked over to where Angela was, he nodded at one of the walker holders. Turning, he faced the walker towards Angela, the creature reached out to her. Angela screamed, trying to scramble back from the walker closing in. Daryl spotted the scene, fear flickered through him watching the walker get closer.

"NO!"

A bullet flew through its skull. It collapsed to the ground, another bullet lodging into the brain of the walker handler. Angela scooted back from them, sudden screaming cried through the arena as bullets were flying about.

Angela was shoved to the ground as her captures tried to dodge the bullets. She groaned, looking around as smoke started filling the air. The lights were shot, sparks flying about. Daryl and Merle got down, not wanting the bullets to hit them.

"Come on, little brother!" Merle called, knocking a loose walker down and beating its skull in with his prosthetic. "Stay close!"

"Angela!" Daryl called out, not able to see her with the smoke clouding his vision.

Said woman was laying in the dirt, her arms struggling to break free. Soon, with enough yanking, the zip ties broke and she scrambled to her feet. "Daryl!" She screamed out, getting pushed and shoved by escaping residents. She shoved back, not caring about their well being and focused on finding her hunter.

"Daryl!"

"Angie!"

Finally, the two found each other, he wrapped an arm around her as she almost fell to the ground feeling dizzy. "Daryl, come on!" Merle called, taking lead.

The two followed, Merle punched Shumpert in the face, letting Daryl get his crossbow back. A flashlight was scene, signaling them it was Rick! The brothers with the bloody-faced woman followed, finding Maggie and Rick had launched the attack. Maggie moved to support Angela helping her keep up being momentarily half blinded and tripping over herself.

Escaping the arena, Rick lead them toward a road where buses were found at a wall. Screaming and gunfire echoed in the distance.

"Are we being followed?" Angela asked, gasping for air feeling dizzy.

"They're all at the arena." Merle answered, moving toward the buses. "This way."

"You're not going anywhere with us!" Rick barked at him.

Merle glared back, "You really want to do this now?" he questioned.

He squeezed himself between the vehicles yanking at the metal plates on the wall. Maggie let Angela lean against the bus as Rick kept an eye out. With some bashing and grunting, Merle managed to peel the metal back enough to them to get through. Daryl went through first as Maggie helped Angela along. She tripped and fell into Daryl, as he moved his crossbow to hold her steady. Rick passed through last, Maggie took Angela back as she kept ducking her head away from the hunter. They saw Merle beating the head of a walker in, then turned to them. Another was coming his way.

"A little help would be nice!" He barked at them.

Daryl rose his crossbow and fired a bolt through the approaching walker. Rick and Maggie fired at two more walkers closing in. Merle jumped to his feet, "We ain't got time for this!" he yelled and ran off.

"Let's go!" Daryl urged following his brother.

Rick and Maggie looked to one another, unsure what to do. With the injured woman on Maggie's arm, they had no choice but to stick together, even with Merle along with them.

Michonne, Glenn, and Kaylee waited all night by the car for them. The teen was in no condition to move, unlike Glenn who sat by resting, she was passing up and down the road. Michonne watched the anxious teen, leaning against the car feeling exhausted. They all were, Glenn and Kaylee wanted them back so they could go home and forget about this hell.

"Glenn!" A call was heard, they all perked up. "Kaylee!"

It was Rick, the three rounded the car seeing the group return. "Rick, oh, thank God." Glenn sighed.

"Angie!" Kaylee cried, trying her best to run to her sister in her limping. She gasped, stopping short at the sight of the blood on her face.

Rick saw Glenn with the gun and rushed up first to approach him. He saw Kaylee didn't have a problem with the new man with them, he knew the other two would. "Now we got a problem here. I need you to back up." He warned.

Glenn instantly saw Merle, raising his gun up at the man. "What the hell is he doing here!?" He questioned, Michonne took her sword out running over.

Daryl and Rick stopped them as Kaylee helped Maggie sit Angela down to the ground. She moved quickly to side with Glenn as she pointed her gun she got back from Rick at Merle as well. Merle saw the threat before him, moving behind his brother as he pressed his back against the tree. Everyone was yelling about, Kaylee looked up seeing the fury in Michonne and Glenn at the sight of Merle. She wasn't furious by his return, only shocked.

"He helped us get out of there." Daryl told over Glenn's yelling.

"Yeah, right after he beat the shit out of you." Rick added, referring to the fight.

"Hey, we both took our licks, man." Merle told.

"Jackass." Daryl spat at him.

"I should've put that bullet in you when I had the chance." Angela growled at him, spitting blood at the ground.

"Hey, shut up." He retorted at her.

"Enough!" Rick yelled at him.

Michonne made a move, but Rick stopped her as Glenn's gun kept getting aimed at Daryl who moved in front of his brother. Kaylee stood in front of Merle, showing she was against hurting him like the others.

"Angie, put the gun down." Kaylee told.

"Get that thing out of my face!" Daryl barked, waving his hand at Glenn.

Merle chuckled, getting a good look at his brother. "Man, look like you've gone native, brother." Last he saw his brother his hair was short, he noticed how it was growing. "It's just as long as the hot head over here." He motioned a hand toward Angela who just glared at him.

Daryl spun at him, "No more than ya hangin' out with that psycho back there." he countered.

"Oh, yeah, man." Merle nodded, being extremely nonchalant about this. Rick had moved Kaylee away from him, not trusting him near the teen. "He is a charmer, I got to tell you that." He looked right to Michonne. "Been putting the wood to your girlfriend Andrea. Big time, baby." He let out a mocking of a moan as he licked his lips causing Angela to grow sick to her stomach.

"Andrea?" Kaylee asked, remembering the blonde that apparently died on the farm.

"Andrea's in Woodbury?" Glenn questioned.

Angela stood, leaning against the tree by Merle. "I saw her, she was right beside the son of a bitch. Tried to stop the fight."

Those words struck a cord to Michonne, attempting to reach Merle again. Daryl and Rick stepped up, as did Kaylee who was tugged back by her sister.

"I told you to drop that!" Rick yelled, glaring at her. "You know Andrea?" She only glared at Merle, Rick blocked her sight. "Hey, do you know Andrea?"

"Yep, she does." Merle confirmed, still grinning against the tree. "Her and blondie spent all Winter cuddling up in the forest." He hummed in amusement. "My Nubian queen here had two pet walkers. No arms, cut off the jaws, kept them in chains." Merle chuckled. "Kind of ironic now that I think about it."

"God I wish I had my knife to cut your tongue out." Angela snarled at him.

Merle looked at her face, his eyes sending a message as if she had no room to talk. "That why you got it taken away? They say don't run with knives."

"Merle!" Kaylee scolded.

"Shut up, bro!" Daryl yelled at him.

Merle didn't seem to care, he continued. "Hey, man, we snagged 'em out of the woods. Andrea was close to dying"

"Is that way she's with him?" Maggie asked.

"Yeah. Snug as two little bugs." Merle turned his attention toward Rick. "So, what ya gonna do now, Sheriff, huh? Surrounded by a bunch of liars, thugs, and cowards."

"Shut up!" Rick barked.

"Merle, seriously. Shut up." Kaylee begged, he chuckled down at her then grinned back at him.

"Oh, man, look at this. Pathetic." He looked around at the small group. "All these guns and no bullets in 'em."

Daryl turned back to his brother again. "Merle, shut up!" He just kept digging his grave, deeper and deeper.

"Merle, just stop." Kaylee begged again.

"Someone give him a bullet to chew one before I kick his nuts up his throat." Angela pushed off the tree, as if ready to be true to her word.

"You shut up!" He barked at her, glaring at everyone. "Bunch of pussies you roll-"

The thud of Rick's gun slamming against Merle's head was music to the ears. Merle fell to the ground, knocked out thanks to Rick. Angela scoffed, preferring he had shot him instead.

"Asshole." Rick muttered.

Deciding the man would be fine, they all moved to the car. Angela took a step, only to fall to the ground feeling her world blur for a split second. "Angie!"

Daryl and Rick stopped, seeing Angela struggle to get to her feet. Daryl walked over, kneeling down. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and moved her arm over his shoulder. He got her back to her feet, as she leaned against him. He tried to see her face, to see the damage that bastard had done to her. But, every time he tried, she ducked her head or turned away. She didn't want him to see this, to see the extension of a scar that would soon come in.

Daryl assumed she was mad, mad he didn't save her back then. Being turn away from each other, he failed to keep her safe and protect her. It was his fault, his fault she was in this state now.

He and Maggie helped her sit against the car. Daryl used his red rag to clean her face, but she kept pushing his hand away, turning her head away from him. He couldn't get to her face him, she just wouldn't let him. Daryl sighed, handing the rag to Kay as she took charge to clean her. Rick brought a bottle of water from the car handing it to Kay. She wet the cloth and gently started cleaning her face to find the jagged wound down her left eye. The sister sooth her comfortingly, but no words escaped Angela as she tried to get her to talk. Daryl stood by, soon pulled aside with Rick, Glenn, and Maggie to discuss what to do with Merle and Michonne.

"Angie, please say something?" Kay craned her head, trying to get her to look up. "I'm sorry, I should've tried-"

"Don't you dare blame yourself, damnit." Kay looked up, seeing Angela glaring down at the asphalt. "We know whose fault this is."

Kay frowned, but an answer was given when Angela glared around the side of the car toward the unconscious older Dixon. The teen gulped, looking to her sister. "Yeah, he kidnapped us, but he wanted to see Daryl so badly."

"He beat the fuck out of Glenn, got Maggie molested by his boss- Look what he did to you." She told, waving her hand at her sister.

"Merle didn't do this to me, if anything, he stopped it from getting worse." Kaylee tried to convince.

Her eye shifted up to her sister, her lip curled up in disgust. "Are you defending him?" Kay stammered to answer, Angela snagged the cloth from her sister and moved to get to her feet.

"Wait, don't move-"

"I can't believe you actually trust him." She snarled at her sister. "Why don't you understand to not trust everyone you meet, Kay?"

"I trusted Rick and look how far that got us." She tried to convince. "He made mistakes too, and it was forgotten."

"He didn't beat the shit out of me, Kay. Shane did and he's dead and lucky I didn't get to him first." She threw a thumb toward Merle. "He will pay for what he did."

"But that's Daryl's brother, they were separated for so long."

Angela shook her head, looking over to see the others talking. Angela sighed, covering her face as she slowly approached the others. Kay followed, but stopped halfway feeling the need to give her space.

"It won't work." Rick told, as Angela joined in their conversation. Daryl gave a glance as she only kept her eyed downward, again.

"It's gotta." Daryl told, wanting his brother to stay with them.

"It'll stir things up." Rick replied.

"Like it hasn't already." Angela commented.

"Look, the Governor is probably on his way to the prison right now. Merle knows how he thinks n' we could use the muscle." Daryl explained.

"I'm not having him at the prison." Maggie denied.

"He had a gun to our heads." Glenn told. "Do you really want him sleeping in the same cell block as Carol, Beth, or Angela and Kay?"

He looked to him, "He ain't a rapist." he defended.

"Well, his buddy is." Glenn added.

Angela looked up, glancing to Maggie. Had he…? Judging by the look Maggie sent him, something was off on his claim.

"They ain't buddies no more. Not after last night." Said Daryl.

"You mean when he beat the shit out of you?" Angela questioned.

Rick shook his head. "There's no way Merle's gonna live there without putting everyone at each other's throats."

Daryl didn't like the direction this was going, him being the only one to defend Merle. "So yer gonna cut Merle loose n' bring the last samurai home with us?" He countered, nodding to Michonne standing by the car.

"She's not coming back." Rick told firmly, glancing over to see Kay walking over to join them.

"She's not in a state to be on her own." Maggie told, seeing more trust in her than Merle.

"She did bring you guys to us." Glenn told, willing to defend her.

"And then ditched us." Rick added.

"If she hadn't she never would've found Kay." Angela told, Kay glared at her sister.

"At least let my dad stitch her up?" Maggie asked.

Rick just couldn't risk it. "She's too unpredictable." He said, he and Daryl eyeing the woman.

"That's right." Daryl agreed. "We don't know who she is." He looked to them. "But Merle, Merle's blood."

Angela looked at him in disgusted, "I wouldn't dare call him family." she denied earning a look from Daryl.

"She's right. Merle is your blood." Glenn agreed. "My blood, my family is standing right here and waiting for us back at the prison."

"And you're part of that family." Rick told, trying to convince him. "But he's not. He's not."

"And he never will be." Angela added, adjusting the cloth to her face as she glared into the trees. A groan was heard as Merle was finally coming to.

Daryl looked to everyone, he was offended. Finally back with his brother, and they were keeping them away again. Angela's words stung him, if Merle wasn't family, then he wasn't family either. This time, Merle was right. The words that kept ringing in his ear, how kin was all that mattered. Bonds were family, blood was. Merle was there for him when no one wasn't, Merle was the one last family he had in his life.

"Man, ya'll don't know." He told them.

"I do know, Daryl." Angela countered, finally looked up at him. "I know he kidnapped my sister, caused her to be beaten about, almost killed Glenn, then did this to me!" She barked, removing the cloth for him to finally see the wound on her face crossing her eye.

"He didn't do that to ya, he didn't slice yer face like a pizza." He retorted, his anger revealing to her. "Kay even said so herself, he stopped her from getting worse damage."

"If he was a true blue good guy, like my delusional sister thinks he is," Kay gasped at that. "He would've never taken them away!"

"Ya'll didn't give him a choice!" He yelled in her face.

"Well, you got a choice, Daryl Dixon. It's us or him." She challenged him.

Daryl eyed her, trying to find a bluff in her words. When all he could do was stare at the wound, he turned away. "Fine." He said, turning his shoulder to them. "We'll fend for ourselves."

That shocked everyone, Daryl… Was Daryl leaving? Kay looked to her sister who nodded in agreement to his statement. "Fine."

Glenn stepped forward, "Daryl wait, she didn't mean it." he said.

"No him, no me." He told bluntly.

"Daryl, you don't have to do that." Maggie said, looking to Angela. "Angie, tell him you didn't mean it."

She didn't answer, she just glared down too angry to say anything. "It was always Merle and I before this."

"Don't." Maggie pleaded.

"You're just gonna leave like that?" Glenn questioned.

"Ya would do the same thin'."

"Don't put words in our mouths." Angela snarled at him.

"Angela, calm down." Rick raised a hand, only for her to attempt to swat it away.

"No, let him go." She told as Daryl walked past to get his stuff from the car. "Let him go back to that to the horse's ass. Living in trees and wiping his ass with poison oak!"

"Angela, stop it!" Glenn pulled her back.

"Calm down." Maggie stepped in front of her as Rick followed Daryl to stop him.

"Why would you say that?" Kaylee asked her sister, who just glared at the angel wings on Daryl's back. "You care for him, and he cares for you. Don't push him away, not like this."

"She's right, Ange." Maggie agreed. "We hoped you'd be the one to convince him to stay."

Angela spat at the ground, covering her face with the cloth again. "He won't stay unless that bastard of a brother of his stays, I won't allow it."

"Can't we give him a second chance? He got us out of Woodbury and-"

"Not gonna happen." Glenn shook his head, folding his arms.

The teen sighed, she looked over toward Rick and Daryl at the car. She glanced toward the woods, seeing Merle moving to get to his feet. Why can't things be peaceful?

Rick and Daryl at the car discussed trying to get him to change his mind. Daryl was getting his bag out of the trunk. "No him, no me. That's all I could say." Daryl told him.

"What about Angela?" Rick questioned, knowing that was Daryl's soft spot.

"She said her peace, or didn't ya hear her?"

"You know she's angry, scared, traumatized." Rick told, glancing over to see Angela still glaring in their direction. "She's not thinking straight."

"Yeah, 'cause of me." Daryl told, continuing before Rick could argue. "Take care of yerself. Take care of Lil Ass-Kicker, Carl, he's one tough kid." He tossed the bag on, then turned to leave. "Take care of Angie, ya'll do a better job at it."

Rick watched as he walked toward Merle, who was grinning at the choice his brother made. "Daryl!" He called, but only turned one last time. Merle patted his back, urging to leave. Daryl gave one last look to Angela, his face wasn't one of anger like hers, but of longing. He'd miss her the most.

Watching him disappear into the trees, Angela huffed as she moved to the car. She looked to Rick as she opened the door, pausing. He just gave her a look, she alone pushed Daryl to do this. "I don't regret my words."

Rick shook his head, tossing his gun in the trunk. "I hope you do."

Angela climbed into the car slamming the door at the passenger seat. Kaylee sighed, shaking her head as she took her seat behind her sister in the back. She, Maggie, Glenn, and Michonne squeezed into the back, Rick taking the driver's spot. He turned the car around and drove toward home down the road. Angela glanced out the window, secretly hoping to see Daryl in the tree lines. Not finding him, she leaned her head against the glass, ignoring the guilt in her heart.

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RedVelvetPanPan- MUWAHAAHAHAHAAH! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Oh, I've had that trouble myself. Do you write the stories on he fanfiction or use a document and paste? If not, I suggest to do that so you don't go through that stress. I copy and paste it onto here then check my spelling and grammar of the story. Oh! Awww! You make me blush! I was bullied from second grade into my last year of high school, back stabbed by many friends, and it lead me into a dark first year out of school. I met my new and current friends at a con and been with them since. I was like a scared animal, hated physical contact, didn't understand being cared about- I was literally Daryl first few years knowing them. I'm super lovable with them and just hug and mess with them a lot. Two of those friends are the ones moving in with me, so more fun shall insue for this Summer break I'll have. Don't worry, so long as you're alright and you're enjoying the story, which I also hope helps.

35- Thanks! Yeah, me too. But, if Michael Rooker wasn't killed off, we wouldn't have had him in Gaurdians of the Galaxy. At least he still cares about the show, watches it and goes to cons still. I wish Merle did last longer. Well, by Reedus' tweet, there won't be a betrayal or showdown with Rick. In the comics, Maggie just goes to try and kill Negan herself. I think it's more going behind their backs, that scene just confused us. They started filming, so when Halloween comes we'll find out!