Lost in Oblivion..(Dixon Sister/Carl Grimes fanfic) [[DISCONTINUED]]

Chapter 15

~Third Person P.O.V~ 

After a few days have past from meeting the famous Morgan, Rick and the governor decide to sit down and discuss the possibility of a peace treaty.  So both Daryl and Nicole rode in front on their motorcycles while Hershel and Rick were in the car. Daryl didn't like that his sister came but rick said she was a good asset if something goes wrong and Daryl knew he was right.  

Once they made it to the meeting spot both of the Dixon's parked their bikes while Hershel stopped the car. Rick got out before putting a hand up to Hershel as the old farmer took out an Ak-47. Nicole stayed on her bike while her brother and the leader of the group went to scope out the area. Both the youngest Dixon and the farmer waited until  Hershel spotted Daryl and drove up to him with Nicole following. "He's already in there. Sat down with Rick."Daryl spoke as Nicole pulled up. " I don't see any cars." Daryl looked over to his sister "It don't feel right." He mumbled before turning his head to Hershel " Keep it running." Not a second later a car pulled up. " Heads up." Nicole called getting off of her bike taking out her Crossbow along with Daryl while Hershel got out of the car a little. 

Once the car stopped Andrea, Milton and Martinez stepped out. Nicole spoke up " Why's ya boy already in there?"  Andrea looked at her questioning " He's Here?!"  "Yup." Daryl answered tightening his grip on his bow. Andrea looked back at Martinez before sighing walking into the building. 

A few minutes passed as Nicole waited on top of the car while Daryl paced a little. "Maybe I should go inside?" Hershel suggested from the side of the car.  Just before Nicole could say something Milton spoke " The Governor thought it best if he and Rick spoke privately."  " Okay Who the hell are you?" Nicole asked. " Milton Mamet." He answered making Nicole chuckle a little before looking over to her brother "Great, He brought his butler." Martinez who is next to Milton chuckled along with her while Milton spoke " I'm his adviser." "What kind of advice?" Daryl asked. Milton huffed before saying "Planning. Biters... Uh, you know, I'm sorry. I don't feel like I need to explain myself to the henchmen." Nicole scoffed as Daryl spoke "You better watch your mouth, sunshine." 

Martinez shook his head a little before saying " Look, if you and I are gonna be out here pointing guns at each other all day, do me a favor, shut your mouth." Daryl then advanced towards Martinez just as Hershel said "We don't need this. If all goes south in there, we'll be at each other's throats soon enough. " "Yeah, and I call 'Mr. Adviser.' " Nicole spoke jumping off the hood of the car. Daryl then walked back towards his little sister and the farmer. While they sat around for their leaders to come out Rick and the Governor started to talk about the boundaries while Andrea makes worthless comments here and there. Rick shows him the map that he has saying " Woodbury takes west while the prison takes east. No one crosses, no one trades." "He's right. We should hammer out boundaries, then leave each other-" Before Andrea can finish the Governor interrupted her, "I'm sorry, what is this?" "It's a solution." Andrea answered him.

The Governor starts to chuckle folding the map back together before saying "Absolutely not."

From those two words make Rick lose his temper a little to where they kicked out Andrea. Now she's outside with the others.  

~Nicole's P.O.V~

I sat on my motorcycle as we waited for Rick and him.. to come out of the old building before hearing 'Mr.Advisor' say "There's no reason not to use this time we have together to explore the issues ourselves." "Boss said to sit tight and shut up." Martinez mumbled looking at his comrade. "Don't you mean the Governor?" Daryl asked who was completely ignored. "It's a good thing they're sitting down, especially after what happened." Milton spoke "They're gonna work it out. Nobody wants another battle." "I wouldn't call it a battle." I spoke up, getting up from my bike walking next to my big brother. " I would call it a battle and I did."  Milton spoke emphasizing the words 'would' and 'did'. "I recorded it.."  " Tch, for what?" I asked.