A bond where a father dies, but the son lives on, carrying the guilt of his father over the damage done to his best friend's father. Playing the hero, the son severed ties and a best friend's trust. As he tried to mend the damages done, he also tryi...
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The following morning, Hershel, Daryl, and Rick left to meet with the Governor in hopes of making a deal to call off the tensions of war that were growing between the two in hopes of the Prison and Woodbury living in peace. While the idea was farfetched, the chance of the Governor willing to meet with Rick was as good of a hope as anything. Meanwhile, back at the prison, Glenn made sure to organize the guns and ammunition, ordering people to place ammo and guns in specific areas of the prison, in case the Governor planned to attack again. Everybody else studied the types of weapons that lay sprawled on the table, trying to find a good fit for them. Blake couldn't help but feel out of place, embarrassed that he didn't know how to use a gun while everybody else around him appeared to know what they were doing.
He watched as Glenn called out to him, handing him boxes of ammunition, and requested if he could place the ammunition at the loading dock. He ordered Blake to put more ammunition on the catwalk, handing him a few boxes of ammunition that he took graciously. "If anyone gets pinned down, we need to make sure they have plenty of ammo," he stated. "I'll go work on the cage outside."
"What we should be doing is loading some of this firepower in a truck and paying a visit to the Govenor," Merle called out, throwing the idea out. "We know where he is right now."
"Are you suggesting we should just kill him?"
"Yeah, I am."
"We told Rick and Daryl that we'd stay put," Michonne stated sternly to the man who leaned against the metal wall. "I changed my mind, sweetheart. Being on the sideline with my brother out there," he shook his head, "ain't sitting right with me."
"The three of them are right in the middle of it. No idea we're coming. They could get taken hostage or killed," Glenn pointed out. "A thousand things could go wrong."
"And they will," Merle continued, only annoying Carl even more as he turned towards the man to say, "my dad can take care of himself" and walked off. "Sorry son, but your dad's head could be on a pipe real soon."
"Merle, would you shut the fuck up, you sick fuck?" Blake angrily yelled out, livid over what the man had said about Rick, especially since Carl was still grieving through the loss of his mother who he had to shoot. Carl stopped for a moment and then continued to leave the main cell block. "Don't say that to him," Maggie stated, working with the ammunition while also glancing toward Merle, a serious expression on her face. Merle stayed quiet, holding his hand up in surrender. Still glaring at the man, Blake went after Carl to make sure he was alright.
"Carl," Blake called out to, watching as the boy kept walking away for a moment. Blake jogged up to the boy, stopping him. "Are you alright?" He asked the boy, looking down to make sure the boy wasn't affected by what Merle had said. "Don't listen to what he said, he doesn't know shit. Rick is a smart guy, it'll take more than a tank to kill him," he stated confidently, hoping that Carl would feel better with his words. Carl smiled a little, nodding.
