"When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won.
There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible,
but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always."
– Mahatma Gandhi
That day Rick prepared himself to go meet this Governor that had just made their lives worse since the day they crossed paths, first they kidnapped Glenn and Maggie, then they made Daryl fight his own brother after they captured him and finally he attacked them, wounded Axel and killed Teresa, plus damaging the prison.
Rick didn't know why he hadn't allowed Cecilia to come with him, he just had a feeling he should keep her away from that man, he shouldn't even see her, so he gave her a task, to take care of his son.
Around midday, Rick hugged his baby and son good-bye and got on the Hyundai they had, Hershel was going to drive. He had a hidden knife and gun around the knee of the leg he no longer had, nobody would suspect an old man with a missing leg to hide his weapons there, it was genius.
Daryl also had his crossbow, gun and knife ready, waiting for Rick, already sitting on his motorcycle. Rick wouldn't admit it but he was nervous about this meeting, it may be possible that he wouldn't get back to Carl and Judith but he was the leader, he had to do this.
The place Andrea mentioned was an abandoned place, exactly halfway to the prison and halfway to Woodbury, when they got there, Rick and Daryl went to examine the place while Hershel stayed in the car.
Rick went inside a building and even when they had agreed none of them would go inside alone, Rick wasn't surprised to see the Governor there already. A wooden table stood between the two men.
The Governor raised his arms in surrender with a big fake smile on his face, but Rick didn't smile, he looked like he wasn't in the mood to make friends.
"We have a lot to talk about," the Governor said.
"You attacked us," Rick told him. "Makes things pretty clear."
"I was trying to make things clear. I could have killed you all," he said. "I didn't."
"And here we are."
Rick noticed the Governor's hands moving towards his gun, he quickly raised his hand and pointed his gun at the man's head, once again he raised his hands in surrender.
"I'm gonna remove my weapon, show that I mean to negotiate in good faith. I'd like you to do the same. May I?"
Rick said nothing or did nothing, he just slightly moved his head and hand to the right, signalling him that he could if he wanted, which he did, taking his belt off with his gun attached to it and then he hung it in behind him.
"See? No trouble," the Governor said, smiling. "Now you."
But Rick didn't do that, he just lowered his gun and put it back in its place, close to him in case he needed it, the Governor just shrugged at him.
"Well suit yourself," he said, sitting on one of the wooden chair, hesitantly Rick sat down as well.
Out of the building, the Governor's people finally arrived, Daryl grabbed his crossbow and aimed at them. There was a brunet man, he remembered him from the other night, another man with glasses, dark blond hair, who looked like a geek and Andrea.
"What the hell? Why is your boy already in there?" Daryl demanded, still aiming at them.
"He's here?" Andrea asked in surprise.
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Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016
Fanfiction"If you find happiness in this world, Daryl," he said. "You better cherish it, because you don't know how much it's going to last. Happiness and joy are two things pretty hard to find, even more than before and I think you are extreme...
