rag doll | TWD

[22] this sorrowful life

the joker --- steve miller band

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[POV]

Rick met with Hershel, Daryl and JJ outside to tell them about his plan of handing over Michonne. 

"It's the only way. No one else knows."

"You gonna tell 'em?" Daryl asked. 

"Not till after. We have to do it today and it has to be quiet."

"You got a plan?"

"We tell her we need to talk. Away from the others. JJ will-"

"I told you," JJ said, crossing her arms and huffing. "I don't wanna be part of this."

Daryl looked at her, then back to Rick. "This just ain't us, man."

"No, no it isn't," Hershel agreed, heading back inside.

Rick continued, trying to convince JJ and Daryl. "If we do this, we avoid a fight. No one else dies."

"All right," Daryl reluctantly agreed.

JJ shook her head. "We don't know that. There's no way to know if he's gonna turn around the second we hand her over and shoot us all dead."

"It's a risk I think we should take." Rick disagreed, "But if you wanna stay out of it... we're gonna need someone else."

Daryl nodded, "I'll talk to him."

"I will."

"I'll go with you." Daryl tried again. 

Rick shook his head, "No, just me."

As Rick walked over to the other cell block entrance, JJ stood there glaring, deep in thought.

"You really think the Governor's just gonna give up as soon as we hand over Michonne?" she asked Daryl, her voice edged with skepticism.

Daryl glanced back at Rick, then to JJ, shrugging, "I don't know."

JJ huffed in frustration and turned to go inside, seeking something to keep her mind occupied and off the uncertainty of what was going to happen next.

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[JJ]

"Ain't no way," Merle stated from the second level, looking out the window.

I looked up, annoyance clear on my face. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Then why'd you say anything?" I snarked.

He laughed to himself. "What's got you in a pissy mood?"

"Nothing."

Merle changed the subject. "We got any whiskey? Hell, I'd even drink vodka. Bet that was your drink of choice."

I shrugged. "Could never go wrong with a vodka cran."

He chuckled again as he began to walk down the stairs, "figures."

I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table, loading bullets into my gun. "You with us?"

"Sure."

"I'm not talking about wasting in a cell here. Are you with us?"

Merle looked away briefly. "I'm here for my brother."

"Well, he's here for us," I mumbled. "You regret it? Running with the Governor?"

"Governor an' I. Thought we had a lot in common at first."

I nodded, pursing my lips, "both being douchebags?"