What's Next

Chapter Nine 🦋

Val's POV:

Daryl had been off for most of the morning. He, Michonne, and Hershel were loading up the dead bodies, ready to be moved, so that they could burn them. We couldn't risk it the sickness staying around whether it was part of the cause of it or not. But after I noticed him have a chat with Rick, he seemed pretty pissed off with the conversation. I was tempted to ask but I was sure if I should. "So do ye think yer ya know..." Daryl began to question.

"I don't know... only way to be sure is took take a test." I muttered, kicking the dirt. "Have I told ye how beautiful ya look today yet?"

"No."

"Well you do, always do. I can't say it enough."

"I don't feel very beautiful Dare..." I mumbled, trailing off.

"Ye might not feel it. But doesn't take it away the fact that ye are. I can never take my eyes off ya."

"For someone that never had any game, you seem to like complimenting me a lot." I giggled.

"Hey!" He laughed, acting offended. Making me laugh even more. "What happened between you and Rick?" I asked, the one question that's been nagging at me. "He banished Carol. She killed David and Karen. Told him he had to be the one to tell Tyreese. He made the decision on his own when we're supposed to be a group."

"He just reverted back to his old ways I guess." I mumbled. I couldn't believe Rick. He didn't tell anyone, he just decided for himself that Carol couldn't stay. It wasn't his decision to make.

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The more I got asked, the more it made me wonder if maybe it was a possibility. I fiddled with the baby blanket that was once supposed to my baby's I lost to a stillbirth. I wondered if its what I still want now. Or was I just going to be afraid with every waking moment. It was more of a risk if I was to miscarry again. Who knew if an unborn child could turn if it were to die in the womb. I hadn't realised I was starting to cry, until I watched a droplet fall onto the fabric I held onto so tightly.

A sudden explosion caught my attention, pulling me from my thoughts. 'Fuck! What's next?' I dropped the blanket, picking up my crossbow immediately running outside. I took one look and there lined up were these vehicles, a tank being one of them which explains the explosion. A group stood before them. I couldn't recognise any of them until I heard a familiar voice yell for my brother. Telling him he needed to make a decision. It was the Governor. A sick and twisted man, we all hoped was long gone by now. I could hear Rick calling back to him, trying to work it out so that no one needed to leave the prison. But the Governor wasn't having a bar of it.

I stood beside Daryl, keeping my crossbow aimed ready, as he did the same. The Governor didn't care what Rick had to say, it clearly wasn't what he was wanting to hear. He had Michonne and Hershel on their knees in front of him, threatening to kill them, holding Michonne's sword against Hershel's neck. In one blink, I watched Hershel be decapitated with one swift motion. Soon gunfire broke out. The governor's group pushing, firing towards as we fired back in defence. I ran alongside Daryl, killing anyone that came across us. He threw a grenade in the tank, taking us to cover as it exploded. "Get what you can and get to safety. I'll catch up." Daryl instructed.

"No I don't want to leave you!" I cried.

"I know but ye have to. I'll see ye soon." He kissed me on my lips one last time, before letting me run back inside. I instantly ran to my cell, grabbed what weapons and valuables I had, shoved what I could in backpack and ran. Sprinting once I got back outside, not stopping until I was far enough away.

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