Happy Walking Dead Eve, y'all! In celebration, I decided to write another chapter. This whole chapter will be in Rick POV. The beginning half of this chapter will start from when Beth started to get drunk in the last chapter only instead of hearing Beth's thoughts, it'll be Rick's. I really hope that makes sense…oh well. If it doesn't, when you start reading, you'll figure it out.

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Chapter Five (Rick POV)

I lay Judith down in her crib for the night when I began to hear laughter and commotion from outside Beth's cell.

"Look what I found earlier today!" I heard Glenn say excitedly as he came back into the cell block. "Now the party can really get started!"

"Though' you weren' drinkin' no more?" Daryl teased. "'Member wa' happened at the CDC?"

I chuckled at the memory as I pulled a blanket over Judith's sleeping form.

"Now wait a minute!" Maggie said smiling. "What happened at the CDC?"

"Glenn got drunk off his ass," Carl said.

"Carl!" everyone said in unison, making me laugh once more.

"What? It's true."

"Damn straight." Daryl encouraged.

I was about to go out and join in when I heard Maggie begin to scold Beth.

"Beth-" Maggie warned.

I stopped just outside the cell door and listened.

"Let tha girl have some fun," Daryl spoke up. "Damn."

"Daddy wouldn't-"

Beth cut Maggie off. "Dad is on watch tonight with Carol. What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"I was wonderin' when you were gonna break out of your shell," Maggie said after a moment.

I walked out of the cell. "What's goin' on in here?"

Beth looked at me and I tried to ignore the blood rushing to my groin as her eyes shamelessly raked over me.

Glenn smiled. "We're playing poker! Wanna join?"

I kept my eyes on Beth, and she kept her eyes on me. "Nah, I'll sit this one out." I won't be able to handle sitting close to an intoxicated Beth.

Glenn wiggled a bottle of beer in his hand. "We got alcohol."

"I can see that."

He shrugged. "Suit yourself."

Beth winked at me before she picked up the cards that Glenn had dealt out to her. Her head rolled back and she groaned, my breath hitching in my throat. "Damn. These cards suck."

"Woah!" Daryl said in mock surprise. "South'rn Bell jus' swore! It's tha end of tha world!"

She glared at him. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

That caught my attention.

Daryl's eyebrows rose with keen interest. "And what's that?"

I leaned forward slightly, very interested myself, but before she could say anything, Maggie interfered.

"Beth!" Maggie said giggling, already feeling the buzz herself. "You better watch yourself. You're gonna say somethin' you'll regret."

Beth shrug and took another couple drinks as they played the game. I made my way to a chair by the door to the hallway and sat down unable to take my eyes off of Beth. She was obviously drunk already, and the sight of her being so relaxed and flirty was mesmerizing to me. It made me want her more than I ever have before.

"Shit, I gotta piss," She said giggling at her own slurred speech. She stood up and stumbled by Maggie.

"Well hurry up!" Maggie said, slapping her ass as she walked by. "It's almost your turn!"

Beth stuck her ass out and shook it playfully, and again, causing a stirring in my groin. Beth began to walk towards me and as she passed, she let her finger drag against my chest seductively, causing my breath to hitch in my throat once more. As soon as I heard her shut the door to the bathroom, I made sure no one was paying attention and snuck out of the room after her.

By the time I got out there she was coming out of the bathroom already. I slammed her up against the wall, breathing heavily, and struggling to control the animal inside me.

"Fuck! Watch where your…oh!" Her eyes widened when she realized it was me. "Hey handsome!" She let out a small giggle.

"Are you tryin' to kill me?" I said harshly, gripping her waist tightly.

She giggled again. "I don't know what you-"

I couldn't control myself anymore and smashed my lips onto hers in a forceful kiss. Her hands immediately reached up and gripped my shirt, pulling me as close to her as possible.

Beth moaned into the kiss and I let out a low growl, gripping her hips even tighter to maintain control of myself. She spread her legs slightly and tried to pull me in between them, and that's when I realized what was happening. I pulled away abruptly, standing against the opposite wall of her.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath as guilt washed over me. Lori.

Beth remained leaning against the wall in a blissful haze. "Why'd you stop?" She said breathlessly.

"Damnit." I rubbed my face in my hands, the guilt within me growing stronger. What would Lori think of this? She only died a few weeks ago and I'm already trying to fuck someone else? And Beth…it just has to be her…of all people. Hell, if Hershel knew about this, he would kill me. And maybe I should just let him.

"Rick. Why'd you stop?" Beth breathed, snapping me from my thoughts.

"Shouldn't have fuckin' did that."

"But I wanted you to."

"God, I'm so stupid."

"No you're not."

"Beth, forgive me."

"Kiss me again and I'll consider it."

"Damnit Beth!" My voice rose, but not enough for the others to hear. My body shook with anger and the urge to jump on her and fuck her against the wall. "That can't happen!"

"Of course it can, silly." I could tell she was turned on and she unconsciously began to run her hands over her own body. "God, Rick. That felt so good. Can you do it again?"

I heard myself let out another primal growl at the sight of her. I had to look away. "Go to bed, Beth. You need to be able to care for Judith tomorrow."

She let out a whimper, hands still roaming over her body. "But Rick-"

"Now!" I roared, startling her to almost complete soberness.

This girl was going to be the death of me, I'm sure of it.

(Still Rick POV)

The next morning, I accepted the fact that I wasn't going to sleep and I made my way outside, relieving Hershel and Carol from their watch.

"Are you sure Rick?" Hershel said with concerned eyes. "You look beat. We still got a few hours."

I couldn't even look at him, I feeling ashamed of my actions. "Can't sleep. I'm good, Hershel. You and Carol go get rest."

Hershel merely nodded and patted my back as he made his way back into the prison. Carol gave me a weird look as she passed by, like she knew something was up. I ignored it and leaned against the wall of the guard tower letting out a long sigh. I looked on over the prison grounds and contemplated everything that has happened.

I don't know what it is about Beth that has allowed her to get under my skin so much. Not even Lori was able to affect me the way that Beth did last night. It took all of my will power to not take advantage of Beth. I have never been so close to losing all of my control before.

Something out of the corner of my eye caught my attention and my eyes snapped in the direction of the disturbance. On the other side of the fence the trees rustled like something big was moving within them, growing closer and closer to the prison. My eyes narrowed in suspicion the rustling continued. A huge tank suddenly came into view along with some vehicles with none other than the Governor himself. I hurried down from the guard tower rushing into the prison.

"Wake up!" I yelled throughout the cell block, making my way to Beth's cell. "Wake up! Now!"

Beth jolted awake and then groaned, gripping her head. "What is it?"
Judith began to cry in her crib and I picked her up, handing her to Beth. "The Governor."

Her eyes widened. "What?"

I forced myself to lock eyes with her. "I need you to get Carl and Judith to the car. I'm going to go see what the Governor wants, but if shit hits the fan, I will come find you guys and we will need to leave."

"But what about-"

"Damnit, Beth! Now is not the time to fight with me! Go!" I made my way out of her cell and rounded up Daryl, Glenn, and Maggie. "Come with me."

"Dad!" Carl yelled. "I want to come with."

"Go with Beth."

"But-"

"Now!"

Carl glared at me before he reluctantly followed Beth out of the cell block with Judith to the car. Hershel followed with Carol behind Carl.

Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, and I made our way out to the entrance of the prison gates. "Remain calm," I said to them, loud enough for only them to hear. "Let's just see if we can talk this out before we immediately resort to war."

I neared the edge of the gate and my heart leapt in my chest with I realized he was holding Michonne hostage. He probably found her when she was out on her run last night. I quickly regained my composure, not allowing myself to show the Governor any signs of the weakness. "What do you want?"

The Governor glared at me with his one eye before letting out a fake smile. "What I've wanted all along, Rick. This prison."

I swallowed, praying that my voice would not crack out of fear. "Now you know I can't do that."

The smile fell from his face and he grabbed Michonne's sword, holding it to her throat. "What about now, Rick?"

My eyes looked to Michonne and she gave a slight shake of her head 'no', indicating that she didn't want us to give the prison up. "Now there's no need for-"

"I'm done playing your games, Rick!" The Governor interrupted me. "Give us the prison, or Michonne dies."

My mind reeled with options. "We can do this together!" I felt Glenn stiffen beside me. "We can live here in peace. We'll let you in, you and your Woodbury people. We can live in peace."

"Rick," Glenn hissed beside me. "What the fuck are you doing?"

I ignored him and kept my eyes on the Governor. "We can forget all that happened in the past. We can forget all that." The Governors eye narrowed and relief flooded through me as he began to lower the sword from Michonne's neck.

"Liar," I heard him hiss. He raised the sword and brought it back down with a yell, chopping Michonne's head clean off.

"No!" I screamed, grabbing my gun from its holster and shooting at him. "No!" I continued to shoot as I turned around and began to run. "Run!" I yelled to Maggie, Glenn and Daryl. They turned and began to follow me back to the prison. We hid behind one of the walls.

"What are we doing, Rick?" Maggie said with tears streaming down her face. "They have a tank…there's only four of us! He killed Michonne…what are we-"

"Shut up!" I hissed at her. "We can't stay here. There's no way we can fight back. Carl is back at the car with everyone. We just gotta go. We can't stay."

Glenn snapped out of his shock and spoke up. "But the prison-"

"You wan' stay here and battle a tank, go for it Chinaman," Daryl said harshly. "Rick's righ'. We can't stay here. We gotta go."

Maggie nodded in agreement and laid a hand on Glenn's arm.

"Where are you, Rick?" The Governor's voice snapped us out of our thoughts. "Come out and fight like a man!"

Glenn's face turned hard. "I'm not leaving here until he's dead," He whispered harshly.

The Governor began to start whistling a cheerful tune mockingly, alerting us of how close he really was.

I nodded and thought for a moment. "Alright. Let's do this. Let's kill him and go. I'll distract him, and Glenn you go and find a good vantage point to put a bullet in that son of a bitch's head. Got it? And when we get it taken care of, meet back at the car."

Glenn nodded and took off running. I turned to Maggie and Daryl. "You guys go and just in case Glenn can't get a good enough aim, and Daryl," I look at him. "You pull the trigger."

Daryl smirked. "Yes, sir." He and Maggie took off and I took a deep breath before I stepped into view, my gun pointing at the Governor.

"Ah! There he is!" He smiled menacingly. "Just the man I wanted to see."

I remained silent, my gun aimed at his head.

"Where'd your little friends go?"

"I told them to leave."

"Did you, now?" I could tell that he didn't fully believe me. "And where did they go, Rick? I can't afford to keep any of you alive. I don't want you guys to think that you can come back and take this prison from me."

More of the Governors people started to come into view, with the tank close behind. I silently prayed that Glenn or Daryl will be able to get the job done soon. I wasn't sure how much longer I can keep up this game. "You don't have to worry about them," I finally said. "They ain't comin' back."

"See, now how can I trust ya?" He took a few steps closer trying to intimidate me, but I held my ground with my gun still pointing at his head, my finger itching to pull the trigger.

"I guess you'll just have to take my word for it."

"Your word," the Governor's eye narrowed, "means nothing to me. Now, just accept it, Rick. You're going to die. Then, I'm going to find your little prison family and kill them all too. How does that sound?"

"I don't think I'm going be the one that is going to die today."

As if on cue, a shot rang out and hit the Governor in the head, and he fell to the ground dead. Before the Governor's men could react, I turned and ran back to the car. I wasn't sure where we were going to go or what we were going to do. All I cared about now was getting back to the car and getting everyone a safe distance away from this prison.

AUTHORS NOTE: As you can clearly see, my story isn't exactly following the TV show. There obviously is no Andrea, and this is before Woodbury has fallen. I'm not sure how you guys will respond to me killing off Michonne…As much as I love her character, I couldn't bring myself to kill off Hershel. I just couldn't. That is still a soft spot for me honestly! I don't think I've ever been so affected by a character death before. It was just awful. Probably because Hershel reminds me so much of my grandfather.

Anyways, my little prison overrun may not have been as intense as the TV show, but the Governor was never my main focus to this story so I didn't want to drag it out. I meant for it to be short. Let me know if you liked it or not. Like I said, I live to please my reviewers! Reviewing only takes a little of your time, and I really appreciate it. Hell, EVERY author appreciates it. And if you haven't followed or favorited, please do! Thanks, guys!