Make it Till You Don't

The Governor

"I still don't think this is going to work." I spoke up as Daryl cut off his motorcycle.

"Yeah, well, nothing we can do about it now." He replied as we both got off.

I turned behind me as Rick walked out of the car. "(Y/N), I want you to stay with Hershel in case anyone shows up." He nodded over to where Hershel sat inside the car.

I looked at him and nodded. "Will do."

Rick looked over to Daryl, the two nodding silently before making their way to the building. As I watched them walk off, I went over to Hershel's side of the car. Seeing me approaching, he rolled the window down.

"I don't like this." I told him as I leaned against the door. "I doubt the Governor will call a truce, not after his stunt a few days ago. Makes this meeting pointless in my opinion."

"All we can do is hope Andrea convinced the Governor otherwise." Hershel replied, adjusting the gun in his hands.

I let out a sigh, looking out to the road. "I guess so."

A few minutes went by before we saw Daryl walking over to us, but Rick wasn't with him. I threw him a confused look as he came to a stop in front of us. "He's already in there. Sat down with Rick."

"Why the hell is he here already?" I asked, raising a brow.

Daryl glanced out to the road as he replied. "Your guess is as good as mine."

"I don't see any cars." Hershel added, glancing at Daryl.

"It don't feel right." Daryl concluded, also not liking the odds right now. "Keep it running." He told Hershel as the sound of a car approaching caught our attention. "Heads up."

I grabbed the gun I had brought, aiming at the incoming car as Daryl lifted his bow, stalking forward a couple steps. I helped Hershel sand up out of his car door as the car came to a stop in front of us.

Two men, along with Andrea, came out of the car. "What the hell? Why's your boy already in there?"" Daryl asked Andrea, stepping to the side.

Andrea glanced over to the building in confusion. "He's here?"

"Apparently." I added, glancing at her. She let out a sigh, heading into the building. I watched as Daryl lowered his bow, causing me to lower my gun.

I may not be the best with a gun, but I don't have to worry about if I miss the head here like I do with a Walker and end up dead in seconds. No, here, I'm dealing with living people. It doesn't matter where I shoot... just as long as they go down.

"Maybe I should go inside." Hershel spoke up, breaking the silence.

The man writing in a book looked at us. "The Governor thought it best if he and Rick spoke privately."

"Who the hell are you?" Daryl asked him.

"Milton Mamet." He looked back down to the book.

Daryl looked away. "Great, he brought his butler."

I heard a chuckle come from the other man as I tried to contain my own. "I'm his advisor." Milton replied.

Daryl looked back over to Milton. "What kind of advice?"

"Planning. Biters. Uh, you know, I'm sorry. I don't feel like I need to explain myself to the henchmen." Milton retorted.

"You better watch your mouth, sunshine." Daryl warned the man.

"Daryl." I said his name. "Not now."

"Look, if you and I are gonna be out here pointing guns at each other all day, do me a favor, shut your mouth." The other man spoke up.