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"Stay here."

"No."

Daryl and I glared at each other, he wanted me to stay at the compound while he went with Rick to talk to the Governor, naturally, I wanted to go.

"Cobra, you're staying here."

I glared at Rick while my brother nodded in agreement. Throwing my hands up in defeat and frustration I walked away, walking out of the cell block I wound my way through the prison with ease as I finally found the back entrance. Walking out I smirked to myself as I found what I knew was sitting back there, an old motorcycle I was sure probably belonged to a cop at one time. Starting it I took off towards the meeting site, deciding to end this little game the Governor was playing. Pulling up to the back of the barn, parking the bike I watched as Daryl pulled up on his bike, sighing I grabbed my pistol and walked into the barn. Finding a hiding spot, looking out a window I watched as Daryl spotted the bike I was smart enough to lay on its side. He glanced at it before glancing around, telling Rick they were clear. Breathing a sigh of relief I gasped when I felt large coarse hands grab my wrist and cover my mouth.

"Looks like that traitors sister can't stay away."

I bit his hand, causing him to pull his hand away.

"Stay quiet and I might not kill you."

Jerking I pulled myself away from him.

"Fine, jack ass."

He nodded, walking over to the table near the door, stopping he turned and grabbed my shirt before throwing out the door and into Daryl who caught me with ease.

"Bastard."

"I told you to stay at the compound."

"See how far that went."

He sighed helping me up.

"You're hopeless Cobra."

"I know."

He smiled at me before we heard a car approaching, aiming my crossbow at the approaching SUV. Watching in curiosity as two men and Andrea stepped out of the car.

"What the hell? Why's your boy already in there?"

I glanced at Daryl before focusing back on the men.

"He's here?"

"Yup."

Andrea gives the driver a disbelieving look before walking into the barn.

As we waited in silence Daryl paced while I leaned against the Toyota that Hershel had been driving. Watching the blonde in mild curiosity as he was writing something down.

"Maybe I should go inside."

I shook my head at Hershel's comment as the blonde spoke up for the first time.

"The Governor thought it best if he and Rick spoke privately."

"Who the hell are you?"

The boys looked at me while I starred at the blonde dead on.

"Milton Mamet."

"Great. He brought his butler."

I tried not to laugh at Daryl, watching as the driver tried to cover his laugh as well.

"I'm his advisor."

"What kind of advice?"

This Milton looked up at me, looking me in the eye for a second before looking away.

"Planning. Biters. Uh, you know, I'm sorry. I don't feel like I need to explain myself to the henchmen."

I heard Daryl about to say something I gave him a look making him pause.

"Well, looks like someone forgot to take some Zanex."

The driver laughed at that while Daryl stepped up next to me.

"You better watch your mouth, sunshine."

Milton shut his notebook and approached me as I was still leaning against the Toyota, Daryl gripped his crossbow tighter while I looked on in boredom.

"Tell your guard dog to shut his mouth."

"Why? You gonna do something? You and your driver over there are out gunned and out skilled. Go back to taking your little notes huh? Get out of my face before I have to give you your first battle scar."

That seemed to do the trick because he sighed in defeat and walked back over to the SUV and started writing again. Daryl smiled before leaning next to me, seeing movement we looked over to see Andrea walking out looking pissed.

"Looks like things are going…well."

Daryl scoffed, his hand laying over mine for a moment before pulling it away.

"There's no reason not to use this time we have together to explore the issues ourselves."

I looked at Milton, a little surprised he had the balls to speak up after being knocked down a few pegs.

"Boss said to sit tight and shut up."

I glanced at the driver while Daryl spoke up.

"Don't you mean the Governor?"

"It's a good thing they're sitting down, especially after what happened They're gonna work it out. Nobody wants another battle."

I sighed, shaking my head at the obviously ignorant man in front of me.

"I wouldn't exactly call it a battle."

I glared at the man, deciding I didn't like him and that I would love to shoot him in the face.

"I would call is a battle and I did."

He held up his notebook making me sigh in annoyance.

"I recorded it."

"For what?"

I glanced at Daryl as he spoke up.

"Somebody's got to keep a record of what we've gone through. It'll be part of our history."

"That makes sense."

I had to agree with Hershel.

"I've got dozens of interviews."

Hearing a clang we looked up, before hearing the snarls of a walker.

"Stay."

I rolled my eyes but nodded, watching as Daryl, Andrea, and the driver left to handle the walkers that wondered to close.

"He left me again."

Hershel smiled, patting my back in comfort before taking a seat next to the building, sighing I pushed myself so I was sitting on the hood of the Toyota, watching as Milton took a heavy seat next to him.

"May I ask how you lost your leg?"

"I was bit."

I smiled, watching the pair.

"So you cut off your leg to keep the infection from spreading, interesting. How long after the initial bite?"

"Immediately."

"You didn't bleed out?"

"We have good people."

I smiled as Hershel glanced at me before focusing back on the conversation with Milton.

"They took care of me."

"Doctors?"

"No. We learned by trial and error."

"Me, too. May I see it? Your stump. I'd like to, um…ahem, see where the amputation was. How high above the bite."

"I'm not showing you my leg."

"It's important data."

"I just met you, at least buy me a drink first."

I laughed, almost falling over in my laughing fit, realizing how good it felt to laugh. Finally I stopped laughing and waited for Daryl to come back.

"Matt told me about you."

I looked up in shock, surprised Milton had gotten up and was talking to me.

"He said you were the only thing that kept his hope up."

I shook my head before pushing off the Toyota, turning I glared up at the blonde.

"Just because you talked to my brother, doesn't mean you can talk to me."

Walking away I smiled at Daryl as he walked back around to the front of the barn.

"Get em?"

"'Course."

He smiled at me before walking to lean against the barn, the two of us tired of playing the waiting game. Finally the door opened and Rick and the Governor walked out. Rick climbed into the Toyota with Hershel, the Governor climbed into the SUV with his crowd, Daryl climbed on his bike and I climbed on mine, watching as the groups went their separate ways for a moment before lightly tapping the gun on my hip before turning the opposite way of the prison towards Woodbury.

"Sorry Daryl, I'll be back soon, hopefully."

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