My Only Weakness

Chapter Seventeen

A few days had passed since Daryl and I had been intimate, and things seemed to be okay between us. But I didn't get to see him often, as Merle complicated things in the group, and he felt it was his responsibility to make sure he didn't cause any trouble.

The Governor and Rick had formed a meeting the day after, to see if they could come to some sort of agreement, but Rick has seemed upset when he returned. I knew he wasn't telling us something.

Things were hectic, preparing for another attack, building up the defenses around the prison.

"Where's Michonne?" Rick questioned me as I entered the cell block entrance, and I could only shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, why?" He shook his head, looking around. "That's not important right now. How about Merle, have you seen him?"

I shook my head 'no' and he sighed, running a hand through his curls before heading outside. It wasn't until Daryl came running into the room that I processed something was wrong.

"Merle took Michonne," he stated quickly, standing before me as he took a deep breath. My eyes widened as I reached out to rub his arm in an attempt to calm him. "Why Daryl?" I asked softly and he looked away.

"The Governor gave Rick a way out, a way we could stay here." he explained, and I nodded. "That's good, right?" He sighed chewing at his nail before replying, "The deal was fer Michonne. If Rick handed her over, he'd leave us be."

My heart rate sped up at this newfound information, and I parted my lips as I looked down. "Do we know that for sure, that he would I mean?" He shook his head quickly. "I have to find em."
He kissed my forehead, before rushing out of the prison, his crossbow in hand.

Rick had gathered us up for a meeting in the prison courtyard, and we watched as he paced back and forth. He told us about the option the Governor had given him, and how he had decided against handing her over, that we would take our chances.

Everyone was silent for a moment, before getting up to hurry with the preparations, knowing time was of the essence. I went back to gathering and packing our supplies, so if needed we could grab it and go. I had a bad feeling bubbling in the pit of my stomach.