Wilmur took care of Carl for the past week. He managed to go down to a river and get some fresh water for Carl to drink. He also put some of it in a cold cellar to freeze it to ice so he could put it on Carl's throat. Everyone made sure Carl was getting enough water to stay hydrated. Hershel told Carl he wasn't allowed to talk for a while if his throat was going to heal. His swollen lips died down a bit but not his throat. His eyes were still red, but not as red as before. He coughed a lot and will for a while, but Hershel said he'll recover.
He was allowed to go in the cell block as well as Merle. Wilmur just spent his time in Carl's cell to take care of him. He told the injured boy about his life. Every single detail. He told him about Kevin, what Kevin did to him, Anne, how his mother died in a car accident, how Kevin killed Penny, and how he killed Kevin.
Carl listened to his story without hesitation. His blue eyes were focused on Wilmur the whole time. Wilmur went through worse things than he did. But Wilmur made sure to make the story have a happy ending.
"But...you were right. We do get something back, and I did every single time."
Carl's swollen eyes fluttered.
"Kevin was stupid and he broke my heart, but I broke up with him, so I didn't have to deal with him anymore. Mom switched my school, too. And Anne, I didn't feel much for her, but we were still friends after we broke up. My mom did die in a car accident, but I still had my father and Penny. Penny got killed, but I got the prison with everyone I care for in it. My father treats me badly, but I got a person who I look up to as a father, Daryl."
Wilmur had gotten along with Daryl, too. They actually have a lot more in common than they thought. They both had a least one person in their family who treated them terribly. They both drifted away from who they were. They both met someone they truly care about. Carl and Carol. Both of them had people that brought them back to who they were. And both of them were really caring.
Once Wilmur got back, Daryl noticed the change and stalked him with a bunch of questions. But Wilmur didn't mind all the stalking anymore. He completely understood. After Daryl got done asking him questions, they started getting along. They grew into a father and son relationship in just one week. Daryl had offered him to teach him how to use a crossbow and how to track. Wilmur agreed to it and promised to teach Daryl some hiding and moving skills.
"But most of all...when I thought I lost everything and everyone...you were what I got back. After losing everything, you were what I got back and it was everything. You were the first person I cared about in such a long time."
Tears sting Carl's eyes, realizing what he meant to Wilmur. After all the pain he's been through and everyone he had, Carl was the only one who was more special than anyone?
"When I lost Penny, I thought there was...I thought I was gone forever." Wilmur's voice trembled as tears sting his eyes. "But when I found you, I knew there was something more. I knew I wasn't alone anymore." Wilmur contuined as he rubbed Carl's shoulder to give him reassurance.
"After you brought me back, I looked at what I've done and what I've could've done. And that's when I looked on you. I realized there was things you've done and things you could've done. You got something back, but you were still suffering. You may not notice it, I didn't but...that shield around your heart, Carl...it's killing you. It's throwing away your feelings and everything you care about. It does hurt to let it all out, but it's relief, too. Letting your feelings out makes you stronger and that's what I love about you. But don't let that shield ruin you, Carl. Please."
Tears slip down Carl's cheek as Wilmur gripped his hand gently and stroked it, sending the warm feeling through both their veins and fighting it's way to get into their fast, beating hearts.
"That's why I don't like your father. He doesn't bother to help you, just like my father. He just sat by and watched me wither my heart away. He didn't care. I don't want to turn you against your dad but he only cares for you when you get hurt. He didn't bother to be there for you. All he cared about was focusing on the prison. He never asked if you were okay and he didn't even realize until you got hurt. He's broken the promise to be there for you."
Wilmur looked Carl through his swollen eyes, realizing the pain he's in, but not the physical pain. No one ever comforted him and it hurt Wilmur. He doesn't want Carl going through the same thing as him. The Governor and Rick are exactly the same.
Carl opened his mouth to speak. Even with Wilmur telling him no, he spoke anyway. "Y-y-you are."
The Governor's son stared down at Carl, eyes putting an expression of comfort while gently brushing a tear away from Carl's cheek. It was the first time he saw a single tear trailing upon his cheek. He used to be such a cold and ruthless boy but now the shield around his heart was slowly shattering to pieces and the emotions were fighting it's way to get out just like the tear did.
"And I won't stop." Wilmur replied. "Don't speak again."
Carl sniffled and tightened the grip on Wilmur's hand. He didn't know why he was mean to Wilmur after he was nice to him and tried to help him. He should've been grateful, but instead, he did the exact same thing Justin did. Threw everything else away.
"Get some sleep. Hershel said you need to sleep as much as you can." Wilmur ordered..
Carl nodded and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep with Wilmur stroking his hand until his breath evened.
"Wilmur." Daryl opened the door and motioned him to come out.
He sighed and dragged away from Carl's smooth hand, following Daryl out of the cellblock. "What is it?" He asked Rick when he saw his worried face.
"The Governor...we have to meet him again." Rick said, causing Wilmur to flinch. "We're gonna try to work somethin' out. It'd be best if we don't go to war. Carl's already hurt."
Merle laughed, slapping Wilmur on the back again.
"You ready to see your father again, little jugga?" Merle asked, making Wilmur widen his eyes. They couldn't know the Governor was his father. They'd send him back and he couldn't go back to that evil place.
"What?" Rick asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
Suddenly, everyone stared at him, making Wilmur sweat with nervousness. If they figured it out, they would make him go back and he would lose everyone he cared about again. He couldn't leave Carl, no one else would be there for him.
"Merle." Wilmur growled.
"Yep, this is Governor junior." Merle laughed again, making Wilmur shake. He didn't want to go back to his evil father.
"You're the Governor's son?!" Rick yelled, making Wilmur flinch. "Are you the Governor's son?!"
"Yes." Wilmur admitted, head bowed down.
Rick's blood boiled. All along he let the Governor's son live under the same roof! He even let him in the cellblock! He even let him near Carl! Why did Carl grow so close to the Governor's son?! Rick couldn't allow Wilmur to be near his son again. He could actually be there to gather data for the Governor.
If he was, then Wilmur already had so much data to tell the Governor. He could tell him about their guns they've just collected a week ago or how to fight their way in the prison and kill everyone. He could've told the two men from Woodbury all of the advice so they could go back and feed it to the Governor while Wilmur distracted the prison.
"Son of a bitch!" Rick yelled, slamming his fist against the wall hard, making Wilmur flinch and Carl wake up.
Carl coughed before pushing the covers off him and placing the feet that has socks on, against the floor. He could hear his father yelling. Carl could tell by his voice that he was really angry.
"D-Dad?" He struggles to get the words out with his painful throat.
"Get back in bed." Rick demanded.
Carl ignored him and looks at Wilmur, whose shaking.
"Carl, get back in bed." Wilmur ordered but Carl doesn't listen to him either.
"Pack your bags! You're leaving!" Rick yelled at Wilmur, making Carl's swollen eyes widen. Why was his father kicking Wilmur out? He let him in the group and he saved his life.
"D-D-Dad." Carl struggled to say, coughing.
"I said get back in bed!" Rick raised his voice, turning to Carl.
Carl shook his head, putting a strong face on. There was no way he was leaving until he figured out what's going on.
Wilmur shook his head, walking over to Carl to guide him back to bed. Just because he was leaving doesn't mean he can't take care of Carl one last time.
"Get your hands off him!" Rick yelled, pulling Carl to him while Daryl pulled Wilmur over to his side.
Carl was frightened. He had no idea what was going on. Why didn't they want Wilmur to be near him? Wilmur saved his life and helped Rick. Why couldn't Rick trust him now?
"Dad." Carl says with pain in his voice.
"Carl, don't speak." Rick raised his voice again. "I know he's your friend, but this is the Governor's son."
Wilmur bowed his head down again, not wanting to see the scared look in Carl's eyes.
The young Grimes looks at Wilmur, feeling a threat coming inside him and threatening his heart. All along, Wilmur sat in their prison, got along with him, saved him and he was the Governor's son. But...it didn't make sense! Why would Wilmur be so caring while the Governor's a beast? They were both really different from each other. He couldn't see Wilmur tricking them. He was too good of a person to do that.
Wilmur finally managed to look Carl in the eyes. He was obviously hurt and scared. Wilmur doesn't want him to be scared of him because he cared for him, but he was the Governor's son. Wilmur would be scared too if he was Carl, but he still didn't want that. He cared for Carl too much to let him go now.
"Carl, I am not like him. You have to believe me."
Carl just stared with the same scared look in his eyes. He couldn't believe one of the people closest to him would be the son of a monster. Why would he keep something like that from him? Wilmur told him all about his past, but he didn't tell him the Governor was his father?
"Please, don't think I'm like him. I hate him. I want you to kill him." Wilmur said as Carl got dragged out of the room and into the cellblock. Carl just let himself.
"Carl, please." Wilmur said as he got locked in there.
"You stay here one more day, but tomorrow. You are gone." Rick growled.
Wilmur was woken up at an early time and told to get dressed back into the cloths he came in. Green shirt, black jacket, black pants, and black shoes.
Daryl was a little sad to see him go. He thought he found another person he would truly care about. Daryl had promised to teach him to use the crossbow and how to track and now that can't happen just because he's the Governor's son.
Carl wasn't sure about him anymore. He still felt the same for him, but he wasn't sure. Rick thought he was a spy for them, but Carl didn't exactly believe that. If you couldn't trust a boy who saved your life, who can you trust?
Tears fill Wilmur's eyes as he looked through the cellblock door, knowing he probably will never be back. Alive or dead. The war that will happen with the Governor...the Governor's side is just gonna lose. They do have the guns and the numbers, but the prison has the strength and confidence. When the prison wins the war, maybe Wilmur could come back, but that seemed like wishful thinking.
"Can I tell him goodbye?" Wilmur's voice cracked, asking Rick if he could say goodbye to Carl.
"I'm not letting you near my son." Rick growled before walking outside to get the car ready.
Wilmur sighed, closing his eyes to let a few tears slip past his eyelids. He thought he found his family. Someone who cared for him. Everyone in Woodbury didn't care. No one bothered to try and bring him back except Andrea.
Andrea.
"Wilmur?" Daryl stepped in the room to see him crying softly and his eyes softened. "You wanna say goodbye to Carl?"
Wilmur nodded, sniffling and wiping the tear away from his cheeks as Daryl pulled keys to cellblock C out of his pocket, unlocking the gate and letting him through.
"Alright, we have to do this fast. You don't want Rick to see ya." Daryl warned.
Wilmur followed Daryl into Carl's cell. He was laying on the bottom bunker, coughing. His throat was more swollen and he was coughing more than usual. Talking and crying yesterday did not help.
Carl coughed again before turning his head to see the crying Wilmur. "W-" He tried to say but Wilmur pressed a finger to his lips.
"Shh." He shushed, closing his eyes and leaning close to Carl, making Carl cry again.
They both couldn't believe they were leaving each other despite Wilmur being the Governor's son. They had such a good time for a week. There was already a lot of moments they'll cherish. They'll cherish the warmth they gave each other and the secrets they gave away.
Wilmur forced a smile on his lips in hopes of making Carl feel better while wiping the tears away from Carl's cheeks. The tears brought Wilmur sadness. They couldn't be separated forever. Wilmur had to come back. They already meant so much to each other even though their fathers hated each other.
"Don't l-lea-leave-" A cough cuts Carl off as well as the sobs slipping out of his aching throat.
"Hey," Wilmur said softly while he cupped Carl's cheeks, brushing more tears away gently with his fingers. "No crying. I'll be back."
The tears were too strong for Wilmur to fight back. He had to let them drip down his cheeks, landing on Carl's face. "It might be a few days, weeks, months...but I'll be back. I promise. I don't care what Rick thinks. I don't care what anyone thinks. They're not gonna come between us."
More tears sting Carl's blue eyes. He wasn't sure if Wilmur would actually be back or not. Rick and the Governor hated each others guts, and they'll fight down to the last man standing. If Woodbury were to win, Wilmur couldn't come back because everyone in the prison will either be dead or they have left. If the prison were to win, Wilmur still couldn't go back because Rick would never allow it.
"Just hang on. Don't give up. I promise, I'm on my way. I'm on my way right now." Wilmur continued.
Carl stared at Wilmur with sadness in his swollen eyes as more tears drip down his cheeks while sobs echo's in his painful throat, but Wilmur brushed the tears away.
"Stop crying. I'll be back."
Carl sniffled and leaned in to Wilmur's soft and gentle and warm touch as the warmth spreads in his veins and flushed the crimson red inside his blood while the warmth touched his heart along with sadness of being separated from his best friend.
"Wilmur, we have to go." Daryl said, sounding like he's about to cry himself.
Both boys sigh, looking at each other in the eyes one last time with love and comfort expressions visible in Wilmur's crystal blue eyes while careness and sadness was visible in Carl's light blue ones.
"Bye." Wilmur said softly, trying to get up but is yanked back down by Carl.
Carl yanked Wilmur into a tight hug, crying into Wilmur's neck in the process. Carl couldn't accept what was going to happen. It felt like Wilmur was dying instead of leaving because Rick and the Governor would never allow them to be near each other no matter who's side won.
Wilmur wrapped his arms around Carl, giving him a tighter hug, his palm rubbing Carl's shoulder to soothe his tears. By now, Daryl was in tears. Two boys who truly cared for each other were saying goodbye because of Daryl's brother ruined it all.
"I'll be back." Wilmur whispered in Carl's ear before pulling away and wiped the tears away. He lets go of Carl's hand and made his way over to Daryl with his face wet from tears. "That goes for you, too. I'll be back."
Daryl grumbled, blinking away the tears before hugging Wilmur. Daryl didn't believe how close he's grown to Wilmur despite him being the Governor's son. He couldn't see him being another shadow of the Governor due to how close he's grown to Carl. He protected and even killed the two men from Woodbury to save Carl. He was the one who looked after Carl more than anyone and spent lot's of time with him. If Wilmur cared that much about Carl, then how could he be another figure of the Governor?
"Can you do me a big favor?" Wilmur asked.
"Anything." Daryl replied.
"Can you watch Carl and be there for him? Rick isn't exactly good at being there for him. I trust you better than I trust him."
Daryl hesitated. He knew Rick wouldn't appreciate it, but Wilmur was right. Rick wasn't there for him and neither was Daryl. He has to make up for that.
"Please." Wilmur begged again, making Daryl nod.
Wilmur sighed with relief and hugged Daryl one last time. He knew Rick won't allow him to hug anyone goodbye. But Wilmur wasn't a threat. Daryl would surely have to talk to Rick about it.
"Let's get outta here before Rick sees you." Daryl said, wrapping an arm around Wilmur's waist to guide him out, glancing at Carl before doing so.
As they step outside the prison building, Wilmur pulled away from Daryl's grip and looked back at it one last time. The young teen closed his eyes and let tears slip out of his eyes and stream down his cheeks slowly.
"Hey." Daryl said, shaking him gently to get his attention.
Wilmur opened his eyes and moved them to focus on Daryl. His brown hair bristled in the sunlight, his blue eyes glowing from the sun shining in the clouds.
"Y-yeah?" Wilmurs's voice cracked.
"You know, I thought ya were just a smart ass who thinks he knows everything, but when you met Carl, you changed. I thought ya just pretended to care for him, ya know? For the Governor. But when you saved his life, I realized I was wrong. You really care for him, don't ya?"
Wilmur sobbed. "He means everything to me."
And it was true. His mother and Penny meant everything to him, but now Carl does. Wilmur won't let the Governor hurt Carl. Not like the men did on the run.
"No, you love him." Daryl corrected.
It took nearly an hour to get to the building Rick and his father would talk in. Rick wouldn't stop glaring at him while Hershel just looked at him with sympathy. Wilmur just scowled at Hershel every time he looked back at him. When no one was staring him down, he'd either look at Daryl ahead of them or think of Carl.
They've only been gone for forty for an hour and Wilmur already missed him! He prayed to God Daryl will look after him and keep him safe. The prison will win the war, but that doesn't mean someone won't get hurt. Everyone was in danger. Even Carl.
If his father figured out he got along with Rick's son too well, he would kill Carl immediately. Wilmur couldn't let that happen. If he could manage to convince Andrea that his father was a bad man, then she could help him keep the prison safe. They could even escape together and go back to the prison, but Rick probably wouldn't let him in. But for Carl, it was worth a try.
Wilmur has misjudged Andrea. All she was doing was trying to help him turn back to his normal self. Now that he thinks about it, he should've listened to her. If he listened, then everyone in the prison would've given another chance, but that can't happen because he was stupid and selfish. He would have to apologize to her.
"Hershel, you think you'll be able to handle Wilmur?" Rick asked Hershel, making Wilmur snap out of his thoughts.
The old man looks back at Wilmur with sympathy again, only earning a scowl from him.
"Yeah, he was easy to handle at the prison." Hershel responded, handing Rick a pistol.
"If he tries anything, don't hesitate to put him down." Rick said seriously before following Daryl in between the two buildings.
Rick and Daryl were just making sure the coast was clear while Hershel drives to the actual building his father and Rick will be speaking at. It made Wilmur sick how Rick and his father will be trying to work problems out when they basically have nothing different from each other. They were the exact same. They both want to kill each other horribly and get rid of each other's shelter. Even if it means killing innocent people. The only difference they had was Rick is more caring than the Governor. That's why Wilmur liked Rick's side better.
Wilmur scoffed and looked out the window, focusing on the outside of the car. He ignored Hershel when he looked at him again before he started the engine and goes to the Governor's private building. Wilmur's never been there, but he knew him and his squad always goes there. Milton told him.
Milton.
"He's already in there." Daryl said when they parked at the building, crossbow in his hand. "Sat down with Rick."
"He just sat with him?" Wilmur questioned confusedly with his eyebrows furrowing and Daryl nodded.
"I don't see any cars." Hershel said, causing Wilmur to look the area around him.
The Governor never goes anywhere alone. He always puts his squad team before him. He puts everyone before him, even his own son.
"It don't feel right." Daryl said, still examining the area.
"It's unusual." Wilmur agreed.
"How so?" Hershel asked.
"Dad always sends out squads. It's to usually track people down. He did it when me and Rick went on that run. I don't know why he's not doing it now." Wilmur mentioned. That's when they suddenly hear a car, causing Wilmur to flinch.
"Heads up." Daryl said, holding his crossbow up.
Wilmur sighed and leaned back in his seat, wishing he had a gun on him. "Hershel, I hope you have a gun cause' I don't." Wilmur stated, tapping his fingers on his lap.
Hershel sighed and brings his machine gun and pistol out, showing Wilmur. The young teen sighed and watched the Governor's squad team pull up. Everyone that stepped out of the car is people he knew.
Martinez, Milton, Andrea...
Wilmur hated Martinez since he supported the Governor so much. Milton gets on his nerves because he's a scaredy cat. And Andrea, he didn't like her at first because she tried to understand and help Wilmur, but she couldn't. But now that he thought about it, Andrea was just trying to help him and there's nothing wrong with that.
"Why the hell is your boy already in there?" Daryl asked Andrea, crossbow still held up.
"He's here?" Andrea asked.
"Duh. He always gets people first." Wilmur replied as he stepped out of the car, making relief fill Andrea's eyes.
"Justin-"
"My name's Wilmur." He interrupted Andrea.
Andrea stared at him with her eyebrows furrowed, realizing that he's changed so much. His hardened glare that was in Wilmur's eyes have turned to a soft look. His cheeks that were hardened like his glare has softened, too. Everything about him has softened. Both physical and personality.
"Okay, we'll talk about that later." Andrea said before walking inside to see the Governor and Rick. However, as soon as Andrea walked inside, a tension forms in everyone's veins and eventually, an argument is lead.
"Since when was your name Wilmur?" Martinez asked, but Wilmur just glared.
It was his life. Martinez doesn't deserve to know anything. His head is full of nothing but the Governor. Martinez supported the Governor like a king with full power. It was all about him. If the Governor ordered him to do something, he'd do it. Wilmur used to do the same, but he regretted it. He doesn't want anyone making the same mistake as him.
"Wilmur is his uh-real name." Milton mentioned while writing on his notepad.
Milton and Wilmur knew each other before the apocalypse. Milton had worked with his father and often came to his house a lot. Milton still got on Wilmur's nerves, but it wasn't as bad now.
"You lied and said your name was Justin?" Martinez raised his voice, but he doesn't yell so he wouldn't attract any walkers or distract Rick and the Governor's meeting.
Wilmur just glared.
Where's a gun when you need one?
"Well, are you gonna say why?" Martinez said like a smart ass.
"Because I've been through more shit than anyone else has been through." Wilmur said.
"Well, I've been through some pretty tough shit, too." Martinez argued loudly.
"Oh, really? Name one." Wilmur smirked.
Martinez just glared and Wilmur scoffed. "Told you." Wilmur shrugged, making Martinez angrier.
"Don't tell me. You know nothing." Martinez glared
"You don't either. You are so full of the Governor." Wilmur glared, trying to make Martinez angrier.
"That is not true." Martinez defended.
"It is. Look at you. You support him like he's a monarchy."
Martinez face turned red with anger, taking a menacing step toward Wilmur with him doing the same. Their faces were in each other's, glaring and fighting through their eyes.
Daryl glared at Martinez and holds his crossbow to his head. "Back away from Wilmur." Daryl ordered, making Martinez scoff and smirk before backing off with his hands up.
"Dumbass." Wilmur spats.
"Bitch." Martinez talked back.
"Motherfucker." Wilmur said.
"Stop fighting." Hershel said. "It's no use. Wilmur's gonna be going back with the Governor."
Martinez glared at Wilmur one more time while Wilmur raised his eyebrows. Martinez shook his head in anger before leaning back against the car, machine gun in his hands.
"Maybe I should go inside." Hershel said, but it would be a bad idea. He's already lost his leg. It'd be terrible if something like that happened again.
"The Governor thought it best if he and Rick spoke privately." Milton replied.
"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked Milton.
"Milton Mamet." He responded with no other description.
Wilmur shook his head in irritation as he looked at him. He always acted so smart and was too scared to do anything by himself. He just has to ask the Governor before doing something. He's a snitch, too. If someone planned on doing something, Milton would tell his father. He was like his servant.
"Great. He brought his butler." Daryl said, making Wilmur chuckle.
Daryl looked back at Wilmur, hearing the chuckle he brought to him. Daryl really never made anyone laugh before. Even chuckle. He either made them angry or care. It was strange for him making someone laugh. It made Wilmur want to hear Carl laugh. He's never heard his laugh and he probably won't hear it for a long time. Wilmur can only dream of Carl's laugh.
"I'm his advisor." Milton corrected.
"What kind of advice?" Daryl asked.
"Planning. Biters. Uh, you know, I'm sorry. I don't feel like I need to explain myself to the henchmen."
"You better watch your mouth, sunshine." Daryl warned.
"Yeah, you're not gonna like what happens to you." Wilmur said.
"I wasn't talking about you, Jus-Wilmur." Milton said, forgetting what his real name was.
"I don't care, smartass." Wilmur snapped.
"Are you on Rick's side or somethin'?" Martinez asked.
"Yeah." Wilmur replied.
"Why, traitor?" Martinez asked.
"Because some of them actually care for me."
"Yeah, some. Rick hates you since your the Governor's son, am I right?" Martinez smirked as Wilmur glared at him. "What about his stupid son?"
"Say that again. I dare you." Wilmur challenged, giving him a deadly glare.
The thought of Carl made him sad. Rick and the Governor's stupid fight has separated them. If they weren't fighting, this would've never happened. And with Martinez calling him stupid just made him angry. The Governor was being selfish, and calling Carl stupid because the Governor got in a selfish fight made his veins boil with rage.
"Look, if you and I are gonna be out here pointing guns at each other all day, do me a favor, shut your mouth."
Daryl and Wilmur take menacing steps to him, glaring in each other's faces again. Except this time, it was two against one. Two of them knew how to fight very well and the other one only knew how to use a gun.
"We don't need this." Hershel said. "If all goes south in there, we'll be at each other's throats soon enough."
Wilmur growled and stepped away from Martinez, clenching his fists to keep himself from beating up the stupid, smartass man.
"Hey, buddy. You okay?" Glenn walked in Carl's cell to see him crying. His eyes were even more swollen now from the crying.
Glenn's eyes softened as he sat next to Carl, rubbing his back like he does to soothe Maggie to sleep. He hated seeing Carl in pain just like her. Whether it was physical or emotional. Carl hasn't cried from physical pain since he got shot and emotional pain since Lori died. This time, it was both.
"It's okay." Glenn reassured.
He knew Carl's crying over Wilmur. To be honest, Glenn didn't like Rick's reaction with figuring out Wilmur was the Governor's son. Instead of screaming and yelling, he should've listened to his son. Carl obviously wanted Wilmur to stay whether he noticed it himself or not. But Rick decided to think Wilmur was the most dangerous person on the planet. Wilmur was a pretty good person. He helped out a lot and saved Carl's life, but Rick took all of it for granted. Maggie agreed. He talked to her about it.
Carl moaned in pain as he brushed his fingers against his throat. He wished Wilmur was here so he could play doctor to him. Hershel would actually be the one taking care of him, but Wilmur would be the one who's making him feel better. He wanted to feel the warmth Wilmur always sent through him.
Now that he thought about it, he may have actually loved Wilmur.
Carl coughed while trying to get up, but Glenn gently pushed back down.
"No, you need to rest." Glenn said.
Carl hated all the sorrow he was getting from people. He can take care of himself! Why couldn't anyone see that?
"Listen, I know you're think you can take care of yourself and you can, but if you stay in this condition, you won't be able to, okay? You have to rest."
Carl whined and buried his face in his pillow, a few tears slipping past his eyelids.
"If you need anything, just let me or Maggie know. We'll out of the cellblock." Glenn said before getting up and walking out of the cellblock to work with the rest of them.
Carl closed his eyes as he thinks of Wilmur. He's been trying to get rid of the memory of his father yelling at Wilmur, but it wasn't working. Carl loved Wilmur and if anyone hurt him, physically or emotionally, Carl would never forget it. Especially his own father kicking him out of the prison. It didn't matter if Wilmur was the son of the Governor or not! He'd be the same person! It scared him to think of his father yelling at someone he loved and then kicked them out. He didn't understand how that felt.
Wilmur watched as Andrea walked out, making everyone look at her.
Is it done?
He hopes it isn't. He wanted to spend as much time as he can with the prison side before he leaves. He wanted to stay there forever and not leave. Wilmur doesn't want to say goodbye to Carl and Daryl.
Instead, Andrea sat down with annoyance visible in her aqua eyes. Rick and his father probably kicked her out like Rick kicked him out. He didn't like the way Rick treated some people. It's like some is more important than others and that wasn't true.
"There's no reason not to use this time we have together to explore the issues ourselves." Milton interrupted Wilmur out of his thoughts and he rolled his eyes.
"Boss said to sit tight a shut up." Martinez said.
"Don't you mean the Governor?" Daryl corrected.
"It's a good thing they're sitting down, especially after what happened." Milton said. "They're gonna work it out. Nobody wants a battle."
It's more than a battle.
"I wouldn't exactly call it a battle." Daryl said.
It's a war.
"I would call it a battle and I did...I recorded it." Milton said as he held out a card to show them what he recorded.
"For what?" Daryl asked.
"He records everything that's happened so it can be written in the history books." Wilmur said before Milton said anything.
"That makes sense." Hershel agreed.
It did make perfect sense, but Woodbury is just putting lies in the history books. They would say Rick and the prison are the bad ones and Woodbury was innocent. But that's not true. Someone who is truthful will need to write the history down. Someone like Hershel.
"I've got dozens of interviews-" Milton's interrupted by walker moans.
Three of them run off to kill the walkers, but Andrea is the one who stops and looks at him. She expected him to kill walkers, too. It was unnatural for him not to do anything.
"Go. I don't have anything on me." Andrea sighed and took off with Martinez and Daryl. Although, he knew Daryl and Martinez would try to kill each other by using the method 'who can kill walkers in the coolest ways?'
Childish.
Wilmur rolled his eyes at the thought, especially when Daryl and Martinez came back.
"Sup, dumbass." Martinez said when he walked past him, making Wilmur glare.
"Shut up. Quit acting like you're strong. When we go to war, Woodbury will be the one to lose." Wilmur warned.
"Uh, excuse me? You have that backwards, idiot." Martinez said.
Wilmur scoffed. "Uh, no. You have no idea what you're dealing with. You may have tons of ammo and people, but the prison has the strength. Trust me, I've seen them. They're not the type of people who give up easily. Especially Rick."
Martinez shook his head slowly in disbelief. "What did Rick put into your head?"
"Nothing. Just the truth." Wilmur glared.
Martinez's face boiled red again. He ended up having to clench his fists and bite his bottom lip in order to keep himself from strangling Wilmur.
Wilmur gave his head a shake. "You know what, just forget it." Wilmur said as he stuck his middle finger up at Martinez before walking to Andrea, whose talking to Hershel.
Andrea was shaking and he didn't know why. She was too strong to be scared. It must've been something his father done.
"You okay?" Wilmur asked Andrea with a soft voice, making her flinch. She was so used to hearing Justin's voice. The cold, mean voice who didn't care about anything but itself.
"Justin?" Andrea looked at him with a confused look. She's never seen him like this.
"My name's Wilmur." He corrected, sitting down beside her."Justin isn't my real name. Wilmur is. I changed it though, after my sister died. Justin and Wilmur isn't the same person. Justin is the cold, dark side of me. Wilmur is the loving and caring side."
Andrea sighed, bowing her head down. "What made you Wilmur again?"
"Carl...Rick's son. He means everything to me. He was the one who turned me back to Wilmur and realize the truth. He helped me live and care again. If it wasn't for him, I'd still be Justin."
And it was true. Every emotion in Carl brought him back. Every word that past his lips made him realize everything. Carl was everything to him. He's not gonna lose someone very special to him again.
"See? I told you someone will be able to help. I'm proud of you." Andrea smiled and Wilmur smiled, too.
"But the bad thing is I'm going back to Woodbury, and I don't want to. Rick kicked me out cause' I'm the Governor's son." Wilmur said while bowing his head down. He felt ashamed that the Governor was his father.
Andrea sighed. "Yeah, I know how that feels. I'll talk to Philip and Rick about it." She said.
Wilmur smiled weakly, looking at Milton. "Unless he doesn't snitch to the Governor." He said and Andrea rolls her eyes. "Anyway, don't tell him about this. He'll kill Carl if he finds out. I'd rather die than let that beast touch Carl."
"I won't." She responded, making Wilmur scowl at her.
"You sure, because you tell him everything." Wilmur stated, making Andrea scowl at him.
"I promise." She snapped and Wilmur sighed with relief.
His father could not know about how well he got along with Carl. The Governor would kill Carl first to punish Wilmur. But he wouldn't just end his death. He would make sure he comes back as a monster. Then Wilmur would suffer all over again, and he didn't want to deal with the pain again. He wasn't gonna let his father hurt Carl. He'd have to get through him first.
"Won't tell him what?" Martinez walked up on him and Andrea.
Wilmur glared at him. "None of your business, fat ass."
Martinez glared at him. "I'm gonna figure out what that secret is, and I'm gonna tell your father, and then you're gonna regret your secret." Martinez threatened, making Wilmur add more death to his death glare.
"And you'll regret telling, shit mouth." Wilmur retorted.
"Telling what?" The Governor stepped out of the building.
Wilmur's glare turned into a stronger death glare upon seeing his father. He'd rather die than go home with him. It'll be painful days, weeks, or months in Woodbury. He knew there was going to be a war. He might say there's a deal, but that's not true. They're gonna kill everyone in the prison whether there's a deal or not. Including Carl.
"It's be a long time." The Governor said with an evil smile across his lips
"It's only been a week." Wilmur retorted.
"Yeah, too long to be with the prison. And what happened to you?" He asked when he noticed everything about him softened.
Wilmur scoffed, still glaring. "I noticed the truth. About how big of a monster you are and how the prison is the innocent ones."
Suddenly, his father is glaring at him. "What?!" His father yelled, making Wilmur flinch.
Wilmur shook his head as he scoffed, sticking his middle finger up at his father. The Governor grabbed his hand and yanked him back, glaring at him. When Wilmur tried to pull away, Philip sprained his wrist, making Wilmur slam his fist against him. The Governor yanked him by the hair and pulled him close to his face as growls rippled from his chest and past his gritted teeth.
"Philip!" Andrea yelled, yanking Wilmur away from his abusive father and into her arms, staring down at him with concern. "Are you okay?" She asked.
"He ruins everything!" Wilmur yelled.
Andrea pulled the angry boy in her arms and soothed him until he's calm. No one's ever calmed him down before except Carl. But this is another person in a long time he cared about. If he could get her help, even a tiny bit, he could get back to Carl.
Get back to Carl like he promised.
Carl can hear his father stepping in the cellblock and talking to everyone. He felt like a weakling since he couldn't join the group, but he didn't care about that right now. All he kept thinking about was Wilmur.
Would Wilmur actually keep his promise? Carl had no idea. Would his father and Wilmur's father actually let them see each other? Their fathers hated each other, but Wilmur and Carl didn't hate each other. They were there for each other when no one else was. Their fathers just don't understand them.
Both their fathers don't want them to be together and both their fathers hate each other. Since Wilmur was the Governor's son, Rick would never allow him to be with him. Since Carl is Rick's son, the Governor would never allow him to be with his son.
"We're goin' to war." He heard Rick said.
Tears filled Carl's swollen eyes.
Now there was no way they could be together.