DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of The Walking Dead. This is for entertainment purposes only.

A/N: You know what I just now realized? This site doesn't have Tyreese and Sasha as a character choice! For shame, FFN. For shame… Haha.

Also, the chapter lengths are going to be bouncing all over the place as I'm approaching the end of this story. Just kinda throwing that out there. This has been the shortest chapter yet—even with my ramble! Woohoo!

Here We Go Again.

"Tyreese—" Leah immediately recognized the tall man with his sister at his side. She didn't know who the woman was that they were helping though, seemingly unconscious.

"You know these people?" Skyler placed a hand on Leah's shoulder as she nodded in response.

"Tyreese is the one who gave me the knife. He helped us. Sasha too," Leah smiled at them.

Rick lowered his gun and allowed the three to enter the parking lot. He still kept a close eye on them. "Are you a part of Woodbury?"

"We were almost taken there but my sister and I decided to take our chances. Came across this woman on the way," Tyreese explained.

"You had a choice in the matter?" Rick questioned, his brows furrowed.

"We stumbled across a handful of guys—the same guys your girl found. They told us that we could join them, that they had food and shelter, protection. We… had others with us. Allen, Donna, and Ben," Sasha paused, lowering her head. "Donna was bit and Allen refused to leave Woodbury, taking Ben with him."

"And what about this woman?" Andrew pointed at the woman flanked between the two.

"We don't know anything about her," Tyreese confessed.

Hershel stepped forward, "I'll see what I can do to help her. If you don't mind, bring her on over to this room here." He entered into one of the motel rooms and waited for the newcomers to follow.

Once they were out of earshot, Glenn turned to Rick. "You're gonna just trust these people? You heard them—they know about Woodbury."

"They helped Daryl and Leah and they don't look armed. What do you want me to do? Tell them to take a hike?" Rick hissed. "They could help us. They might know something that we don't."

"They'd be stupid to try anything," Carl muttered.

"What about Daryl and Olivia? We still have to get them back," Carol stepped forward now. "I'm more concerned about them in Woodbury than I am with these people."

"They'll help us. I know they will," Leah spoke up over top of everyone. "Maybe they can help us get into Woodbury too."

Hershel exited from the room he had entered just a few minutes earlier, popping out long enough to call Rick over. Glenn made to follow after him but Maggie grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Let Rick handle this," Maggie pleaded.

Glenn gritted his teeth, "If you guys were there, you'd understand. They can't be trusted." He slowly raised his voice as he continued, "They were about to kill me just because I was there! So what do you think they're going to do to Daryl and Olivia?"

Leah tensed up at Glenn's words. Maybe a part of her just assumed that these people would just hold Daryl and Olivia hostage, that they wouldn't hurt them. But if she assumed that then she was just being naïve. Glenn was right and Leah had completely ignored that fact. The fact that they could already be hurt—or worse…

"They won't do anything," Skyler shook her head. "They knew that we would attack back after they took you and Olivia. It was a bluff. It had to be."

"If it was a bluff, it seemed pretty real to me…" Maggie mumbled. She reached out and grabbed Glenn's hand, lacing their fingers together. "They had the whole town gathered around to watch."

"Then why are we still standing here?" Carol asked.

Rick emerged from the room now as everyone quieted down. They waited for the news that Rick was about to share, hoping for something good for once.

Rick rubbed at the stubble on his face while he took in everyone's appearance and gave a brief nod. "We're going to Woodbury. This woman, her name is Michonne. I'm gonna have her lead us there and get us in. She used to be on the inside, said she left when it didn't feel right. They tried to kill her for leaving."

"I'm going with then," Glenn crossed his arms.

"And I'll go too," Skyler immediately offered, spiking Leah's heart rate at the thought of her leaving as well.

"No," Rick shook his head. "I'm taking Michonne and Tyreese."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Lori questioned her husband's choice. "We don't know them. They're not with us."

"I guess I'll find out," Rick replied.

Daryl awoke startled by the sound of a door slamming. He flinched at the noise as he cracked his eyes open just in time to see the Governor stoop down in front of him. He tried to raise his right hand only to come up short with a tug and clang of metal on metal. The son of a bitch had handcuffed him to a damn pole.

The man grabbed him just under his chin, seeming to examine the damage he had done to his face with a faint smile. Even through Daryl was still partially out of it, he took his opportunity and managed to spit in the Governor's face.

The Governor chuckled a little at Daryl's attempt and slammed his head into the wall behind him. Daryl wasn't exactly expecting that—though he really didn't think it through. The impact sent a sharp pain to shoot through his head, furthering his headache and disorientation.

"Let's talk, shall we?" The Governor released Daryl and wiped his spit off his face.

"Why the hell'd I talk to you?" Daryl muttered, allowing his eyes to fall shut.

The Governor replaced his hand just under Daryl's chin in a rough manner, snapping Daryl's attention back. "Let's talk family, hmm?" He only grinned as Daryl glared, "I'm sure Merle could prove to be an interesting topic."

Daryl tried to keep his glare but to be honest he wasn't so sure he looked the least bit threatening. More like a lost puppy, especially at the mentioning of Merle. How did he know Merle? He was alive? Was he here in Woodbury? Had he said his name aloud while he was unconscious?

The Governor grinned once again, "Your brother's not exactly done right by me. He doesn't have a clue you're even here. Now tell me, which one of you should I kill first?"

Daryl scoffed, "Somebody has issues. What, the pirate look not working for ya?" He knew he would regret his choice of words but oh well. What did he have to lose at this point? It wasn't like he could go anywhere.

The Governor slammed Daryl's head against the wall again, "I don't usually do the dirty work myself, but you… well, you are the exception. Though it would be quite entertaining to watch your brother slowly kill you." He continued, "Let's try a different approach. You have a daughter, correct? That's what I've been told. You have a little girl, about 13."

Daryl slightly twitched. It didn't matter if he tried to hide it or not, the Governor knew he had hit the right spot.

"I had a daughter too. And do you want to know what happened to her?"

Not particularly. Daryl decided to keep his mouth shut, his head having taken enough blows for a damn day.

"She was killed. And this all comes back to your brother. Now do you see the full circle?"

Daryl understood what he was getting at. The sick bastard wanted payback, revenge. He wanted those who were responsible for killing his daughter to suffer. But that was the part that didn't make sense—Merle would never kill a little girl. He could be a real ass at times but he would never purposely kill a little girl.

"What's your point?" Daryl asked, figuring the man would continue on another tirade.

The Governor just stood back up straight and grinned, "Why don't you show me how well you can kill a walker with only one hand?"

Daryl could only stare at him, confused yet praying to God he wasn't serious. He glanced over at Olivia's body with his knife still in her head and felt his stomach doing flips all over again. Killing a walker one handed? He had to be kidding, right? He had a fucking hole in his left hand from that bastard.

The Governor made his way over to the door and opened it, ushering a man into the room. He recognized him to be that Baseball Cap guy—what was his name, Martinez? And of course, he had a walker by the neck with one of those grabber things like it was a dog on a leash.

Martinez looked to the Governor and the Governor nodded. In return, Martinez released the walker, slightly shoving it towards Daryl.

Daryl immediately panicked, his heart racing as he struggled to pull himself back to his feet. A sharp pain ripped through his shoulder as he grabbed onto the metal pole that he was cuffed to and pulled himself up. He kept a hold of it for support as his head started spinning once he was back on his feet. He curled his left arm against his chest, refusing to use that arm unless he absolutely had to, and kicked the walker back. He received a grunt from the thing as it stumbled back clumsily.

Daryl could see Martinez shake his head before he left the room and shut the door behind him. But did the Governor leave? Oh, hell no—the sick fuck stood by the door and watched Daryl struggle to keep the walker off of him, kicking it and trying his best not to use his left hand.

It was a couple minutes later before the Governor slipped out of the room and shut the door behind him, leaving Daryl trapped where he was.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

Daryl had to use his left hand to push the walker off of him once it grabbed onto his shirt. He managed to hold back from screaming out in pain, sending a forceful kick to the walker's kneecap. There was a slight crunch as Daryl was leaning heavily on the pole and heaving to catch his breath.

The walker just kept coming though and Daryl tried to kick it in the knee again. Only this time, the walker ended up falling forward onto him and knocking him against the wall unexpectedly. His head smacked back into the wall once again as he quickly managed to push the walker off just before it could take a bite out of him, his left hand throbbing.

His nerves were about shot as he noticed he was shaking, his legs feeling like they were about to collapse from under him. He could feel the handcuff dig into his right wrist though ignored compared to what he was feeling in his shoulder, hand, and head. He felt like he couldn't breathe, the room suddenly suffocating. And all he could do was fight the urge to pass out and let the Governor win.