Fighting for our Future {TWD Daryl Dixon}

34: Fight or Flight

Hours later the Governor drove us home. I wish it was because he had listened and took Hershel's advice, but sadly that isn't the case. I was looking out the window of the R.V and I wanted to cry as the Governor fired a shot into our guard tower with his tank. He said he wanted to do this peacefully without injuring anyone. I knew he was lying, but now he proved his lies. Someone was probably in that tower keeping watch. Whoever was in there is most likely dead now.

We came to a park, and I watched our group, née family scramble out of the prison panicking as they watched one of our towers crumble to the ground.

Dad and Daryl ran to the fence with panic in their eyes as they watched the Governor get out of the tank. I'm hoping that they realized by now that I'm missing.

The Governor was standing on top of his tank."Rick! Get down here!" He called out to my father. I'm really starting to wish I had listened to Hershel instead of following him outside to pick his nasty ass tea berries. Now I may never get the chance to tell Daryl I'm pregnant. "We need to talk!" He continued.

"It's not up to me." Dad stated while shaking his head. "There's a council now! They run things!"

The next thing I know the door to the R.V was being thrown open, and one of the Governors goons was grabbing Hershel. "Is Hershel on the council?" Philip asked.

"What about Michonne? Is she on the council?" I watched as another man grabbed her and dragged her out of the R.V.

I knew I was next. I'm not going down without a fight. The next man came into grab me. The second he dragged me out of the vehicle. I head butted him. He groaned in pain, but a second later I was doing the same when his fist collided with my eye. I stopped resisting and let him drag me to a spot next to Michonne where he made me kneel. 

The Governor sighed and shook his head as he looked at me. "How about this dumb Bitch."  I cowered at the word he called me, thinking of when he permanently carved it onto my forearm. "Nora, your daughter, Is she on the council?"

I looked up at the fence line and saw the horrified looks of both my dad and husband, as they stared at me. 

"Mom!" I saw Sebastian running up to the fence where Daryl was along with Sophia. She didn't say anything, but I can see how scared she is. I looked at them both and shook my head. I don't want them giving the Governor anything else to target me with. He will use them if he has to.

"Huh..." I heard the Governor's voice. "Sebastian...." No. "Which one of these two ladies belongs to you?" My son held a glare on the Governor and didn't falter. He also didn't say one word. "You know what Rick.. Bring the kid down here with you."

"Hell no!" I screamed. "You leave him alone!"

"Oh yes.. Bring him. Please." The Governor grew a smile. "Without your weapons."

Dad hesitates before he grabs my kid and starts walking our way. Seb looks at me, and I mouth to him . "I'm sorry."

"Let them go." Dad ordered. "I'll stay down here, talk as long as you want. But you let 'em go. You got a tank, you don't need hostages."

"I do." The Governor shook his head. "This is just to show you I'm serious. We don't need to put a hole in our new home-"

I saw my father's jaw clench as The Governor called the prison his home. I then spoke, which nobody wanted. "You already put a hole in it dumbass!" 

"Mae!" Daryl scolded me from the fenceline where he was still with Soph.

The Governor ignored my insult as he continued talking. "You and your people, they have till sundown to get the hell out of here, or they die."