UNDULY HEAVENLY ━ the walking dead ✓

XVII ━ a new beginning, once again.

( chapter seventeen, a new beginning, once again. )

            "SO WHAT YOU'RE saying is the Governor killed the National Guard, not the biters like he told us?" Sadie questions with raised brows, watching as Troy paces their room with his hands carding through his brown curls. He fervently nods his head, "There were bullet holes, Sadie. And when Michonne asked him about it," His fingers curling to resemble quotation marks at the word 'asked', "he made up some excuse about bandits– if you were the Governor–"

Quickly, Sadie's nose scrunches up at the hypothetical, her head shaking as she breathes out, "No, no. Don't include me in your theory." Troy shoots her a small glare, stopping his pacing as he stands in front of her, hands situated on his hips as he states, "Just bare with me here– if you were the Governor, wouldn't you say something about bandits to the community?" Sadie nods at his words and he snaps his fingers, pointing to her with raised brows as if to say 'a-ha!'. Her head tilts to the side as Troy begins to mumble to himself, his pacing resuming as he does. With a grunt, she slowly stands, waddling over to him before grappling onto his arms, "You need to calm down, okay? We'll figure it out, you talked to Michonne, right?"

His head goes up and down in a nod, his blue eyes squinted as he thinks. She places a hand on his cheek, maneuvering his head so that he looks into her eyes, "Baby, I need you to talk to me here," Suddenly, as if Troy short-circuited, he freezes. Just like the night Sadie told him about her condition, he'd completely gone out of this world, off in his own headspace. "Troy," Her hand waves in front of his face, no response.

She huffs before raising her voice, "Troy!" He blinks, staring down at Sadie with pinched brows. She then smiles up at him, softly repeating her question, "You talked to Michonne, right?" Troy's mouth forms into an 'o' before he replies, "Yes, she's agreed to let us tag along. But. . ." He trails off, mouth curling into a frown and Sadie mirrors him as she asks, "But, what?"

"She says after we get out of Woodbury and on the road, we're going our separate ways."

Sadie pouts, upset about the fact that Michonne wanted nothing to do with either of them as she actually liked the brooding woman. She seemed strong, resilient, a total badass — Sadie might have a slight crush on Michonne, a slight one. Troy grabs her hands, swinging them back and forth between them as he reassures, "We'll be fine, we did alright for a month with just us. We can do it again, even with the baby on the way." Sadie's pout turns into a deep frown, her blue eyes widening as she realizes the shit-show they've gotten themselves in — she'd have to give birth on the road, with no doctor to help deliver the baby, no one there except Troy and the biters out there.