Author's Notes: Michonne doesn't exist in this story. Andrea is sixteen years old, and her sister Amy is thirteen. Philip has no zombie daughter. This story is similar to my other one, but changes have been made.
Chapter one/ the Girls
Philip's POV
Merle had found two teenage girls and brought them to Woodbury on one of our supply runs. I hadn't thought much of it at the time. Now, looking at them closely, I noticed how attractive they were.
The youngest had straight blonde hair and bright blue eyes, while the older one had wavy blonde hair and blue-green eyes. They looked similar, but the oldest was more my personal type with more curves on her body. Both were sort of young-looking, but those rules didn't really matter anymore. There were no more adolescents.
"What are your names?" I said, looking at them seated in the hospital beds. "I am Andrea Harrison, and this is my sister Amy," the older one said, looking into my eyes.
"How old are you girls?" I asked out of pure curiosity.
"I will be seventeen in two months. My sister just turned thirteen," Andrea says, moving from the bed closer to me. Her blue eyes look into mine.
"Are we prisoners?" the younger sister asked.
"No, you are guests. You are free to leave whenever you like. But your sister, I assume, looks in bad shape. She probably needs a solid night's sleep," I suggested.
"You are right. I could use some food too," she admits, knowing how weak she really is.
"I can show you and Amy to your living quarters if you like to stay tonight," I offer, holding my hand towards her.
"Thank you," she replies, taking my hand. Her skin is so soft against mine. She doesn't smell great, but I know all she needs is a shower. With some soap, warm water, and fresh clothes, she would be the prettiest girl in Woodbury. Maybe the prettiest girl I've ever seen since my wife Sarah was alive. We walk through the streets, her sister following close behind.
"Welcome to Woodbury," I said, showing them the town.
"What is your name?" Andrea asked as I led her to the empty apartment that was beside mine. I was glad the walk wasn't far because the girls were exhausted.
"The Governor, sort of a nickname that stuck," I said, opening the door to her apartment. Her sister saw the food on the table and started eating immediately.
"That's not a nickname; it's a title," she says, letting go of my hand. I see her eyes on the food too; I know she is starving.
"Sorry, I can't offer you girls more. I know it's not the Four Seasons. But there is food, a shower, and a fresh change of clothes," I said, taking in her beauty.
"Thank you again. My sister and I need to rest," she says, hinting that it was time for me to leave.
"Of course, I'll come to see you first thing in the morning. Rest now, Andrea," I said, walking to the door and giving her one last look.
"Goodnight, Governor," she says sweetly before closing the door.
I walk to my apartment, thinking about her. As I closed my eyes in bed, I knew I would dream about her tonight.