Say the Word
Rick was absent, likely chopping Walkers into little pieces somewhere in the prison. The rest of the group was trying to decide what to do with the baby, who Hershel said wouldn't live long without formula. Maggie and Daryl decided to go out in search of food, while the others could only wait nervously.
The excitement of the barbecue had barely faded when Shane, Felicia, and Andrea were confronted with a new challenge: Michonne was causing more problems. Apparently she had broken into the Governer's place earlier to retrieve her katana, before slaughtering half a dozen Walkers intended for "research". Now she, Michonne, Shane, and Teeth stood in front of the gates, with Andrea weakly protesting from behind them. "No," Shane snapped, not looking back. "That's some sick shit," he added, gesturing for emphasis as he referred to Michonne's findings.
"Felicia," Andrea pleaded, giving up bickering with Shane and approaching her. "Don't you think you're making the wrong choice? You haven't been here long."
"Andrea, I-"
"You might not find a place like this again."
Felicia, torn, looked from the blonde woman to Shane. It was clear whose side she would take when push came to shove- eight months had done nothing but make her and Shane inseparable- but her stress levels had been lower during their brief stay at Woodbury than they had been in almost a year. She understood where Andrea was coming from- how easy would it be to shove aside misgivings and stay in this near-perfect refuge? But there was no way she could. Not now, not after Michonne's warnings. They had encountered plenty of sick bastards since the beginning of the apocalypse, but this took the cake. Either Andrea came, or she didn't. But they were leaving. Now.
Murmuring a brief goodbye to Andrea, Felicia took Shane's calloused hand and the two of them made for the gates, Teeth following. Michonne was a little behind, still tense from her parting with Andrea, but that was all right. They had barely exchanged three words with the swordswoman, and that wasn't going to change. Michonne had her own agenda, and as the gates rumbled shut behind them, Felicia and Shane could only meet her gaze before they split off and headed back into the wilderness.
Ingrid, who had almost dropped the baby within thirty seconds of being handed her, had given the infant back to Daryl, who had scowled at her ineptitude before resuming his surrogate mother duties. Ingrid, heart melting, could only think, I really do love him. If only he felt the same way.