That morning, Daryl took part in an expedition. He accepted the offer to look for something useful before he would return to the street with you. You stayed in Woodbury with Andrea all day.

“Y/N, come on, I’ll introduce you to someone.”

The blond woman approached a dark-skinned girl. The long black braids that fell on her shoulders were held by a bandana who revealed her beautiful face. She wore a violet vest with a brown leather jacket that showed her curves.

“I’m Michonne.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.”

Andrea looked at her with a grateful smile that Michonne had brought her to safety.

“May I ask you something, Michonne?”, you whispered to her. “Sure, no problem.”, she answered. “Did you happen to meet a group of people recently?” Andrea glared at you and walked away, almost outraged by the question you had just asked her friend. The woman looked at you curiously, and after she had looked around, she approached your ear.

“Follow me.”

At a fast pace, she headed for a dark warehouse. You followed her and couldn’t understand what was going on. Michonne came in through a side door and pulled your arm.

“Hey what are you doing?”

“Do not say anything.”, she whispered threateningly. “I don’t understand… What’s going on here?”

“You know, Andrea doesn’t want to know anything about ‘your group’ anymore.”

“What?”

“Andrea said that after the fire at the farm no one was looking for her, taking care of her, not even Shane or anyone else from the group.” You covered your ears, you did not want to hear that name anymore. “Hey, is everything okay?”,Michonne asked, stroking your hand. “Yeah, don’t worry, but why did you bring me here to tell me all this?” The woman sat on the wet, dirty floor and put her forearms on her knees. “Here in Woodbury, it’s better not to talk about other groups of people.”

“Sorry, but I don’t quite understand…”

“The 'Governor’, because he wants to be called like that, is a murderer, a madman.”

You looked at her helplessly and tried to find out what she meant and actually wanted to tell you.

“You have no idea what he’s capable of, I’ve seen new people who have been wrongly accused, with deeds that have never been committed, and suddenly these innocent people are disappearing like ghosts.”

You were silent and listened to the mysterious woman.

“If I were you and your friend, I would stay away from this man, I saw him looking at you, both he and (M/N). Get out, as soon as possible.”Michonne suddenly got up and looked at you. “Anyway, I saw a group of people, they’re in a jail a few miles from here.”

“Thanks…”, you whispered. The woman looked at you in surprise and went quietly. You went out the door, still thinking about what she had just told you. You were so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn’t notice that you were being persecuted.

“Good morning, Y/N, how are you?”

You jumped up, spun around in fright, and put your hand to your bow.

“Did I scare you, I did not want that, I’m sorry.”

Damn Governor! What did he want?

“Don’t worry, did you search for me?”

“Oh yes, I wanted to talk to you.” You agreed with your head and sat down on a bench nearby. “Daryl told me you would like to go back to the street soon, right?”

“Yes.”

“Are you looking for someone special?” You immediately remembered Michonne’s words. “Not at the moment, no.” He looked at you in surprise and probably expected another answer. “Are you sure, my pretty Y/N?”

“Yes.”, you answered firmly and with a calm tone. “Well, if you need something, you know where to find me.” The man put his hand on your leg, slowly sliding his fingers higher and smiling. You stood up to prevent him from continuing to touch you and then he got up and left, turning and looking at you again, a heavy shudder running down your spine, and you started shaking when you suddenly heard the sound of cars. Daryl… With a fast pace you approached the gate, anxiously waiting for your protector, the man you had fallen in love with, and saw him come out of the car with a nimble jump, with his backpack on his shoulders and the crossbow in his hand, he raised his head and straightened his long-grown, unkempt hair, and you were blushing at the sight… He was so perfect… You ran to Daryl, hugged him and threw many anxious glances too Merle who got out of the car as well, followed by (M/N).

“Oh, look who’s awake, the beautiful princess!”,Merle exclaimed, grinning. (M/N) didn’t say anything, he was too focused on staring at your breasts. You turned to Daryl, who looked visibly angry. “What happened?”, you asked.

“Something.”, Daryl replied monotonously. He took your hand and dragged you away, under the eyes of (M/N), who was looking at you menacingly, as well as the astonished eyes of Daryl’s brother, Merle. “Daryl, what’s wrong? I’m worried!”

He went on without saying a word. He ran up the stairs where you had slept the night before and entered your room. “Daryl, what’s wrong!” He put his hands in his hair and looked at the floor. He was very sweaty and his eyes were full of anger. Shortly thereafter he sat on the bed and remained still and silent. You went into the bathroom and soaked a towel with cold water, went into the bedroom and sat down next to him. With one hand, you gently lifted his head and began dabbing the damp cloth over his face. “Now calm down and tell me what happened, Daryl.” He closed his eyes and was transported by your fine and light movements in a quiet atmosphere. “Sorry Y/N…”

“Daryl, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I treated you badly when there was no reason… It’s just that-…” You were waiting for an answer. “I can not stand how that piece of crap looks at you, I’d like to beat the shit out of him.”

You were surprised by this statement. “I want to leave Woodbury.” You smiled slightly as he said this sentence. “Me too…”, you whispered. Daryl looked at you with his blue eyes like the sky after a summer storm.

“Let’s do this tonight, when everyone is sleeping, let’s escape.” You liked that word. At least in the context of Woodbury. 'Escape’. You were trapped in a false prison, in a world that demanded bygone times and people should adapt. Just as it was always demanded by the media. This place was brainwashed and it reminded you of a documentary you once saw. MKULTRA *. This place wasn’t for you. So you agreed and smiled. Daryl immediately grabbed your face and kissed you as only he could. You loved it. You loved him. There wasn’t one thing about him that you didn’t like. You loved that rugged and apathetic way he had every day, but night managed to glide gently and bring out his true essence. You loved his walk, his movements, his voice, his body, his face and his character. But the thing that drove you the most crazy was the tender side of him. He was a contradictory being. He killed Walkers and animals every damn day. He put his hands into the battered flesh with a monstrous brutality, but when they touched your body, they were as gentle as feathers. It was so awfully tricky for him when he touched you, it almost seemed like he was afraid to break your body in another second, and destroys you. Oh Dixon…

You could have spent hours enjoying those soft and warm lips. But your moment of intimacy was interrupted by a voice. Alarmed, you both leaned out of the window and clung to each other’s hands. You ran out of the house and behind the building where Michonne had brought you a few hours earlier. Daryl took his crossbow from his shoulder and looked at you. He reached out a hand so you could cling to him and you both went fast without ever looking back. Suddenly Merle came out of a bar.

“Hey little baby brother! Did you come to enjoy the show?”

Show? You looked at him almost scared and Daryl climbed up a box to see what was happening and helped you up there as well, opening your eyes in disbelief and terror. You saw a kind of big arena that was surrounded by a lot of people, a boy, a bit younger than you, kneeled on the floor, with a broken and bloody nose while he continued to beg for help, but his weak voice was obscured by people’s screams of anger.

The 'Governor’ suddenly came in your direction with a slow and impassive step, but stopped. What happened here? Merle came to you shortly afterwards and smelled terribly of alcohol. “Did you start already?”

“Merle, what the fucking hell is going on here?”,Daryl yelled at him.

“Just wait and you’ll see, Darylina!”, he grinned. (M/N) entered the arena holding three hungry Walkers tied to a metal chain. The boy tried to break free but his arms and legs were tied.

“Dear fellow citizens, tonight we are all here in the name of justice.” People started screaming for approval. “You know that I, your Governor, only want the best for you all, I have welcomed you to my city and offered you food, a home and shelter, I have allowed you all to create a new life, but on one condition: showing respect, but unfortunately this condition has been violated by one of you!”The man pointed to the poor boy…

“If we want to build a new society, we have to start from the foundations of democracy, from the rules! Today, these have been violated, he’s allowed himself to steal food and to eat food, and now he’s getting a just fine for what he has done.”The people shouted and cheered the man, approving of the flood of nonsense he was telling. The Governor raised his hands to heaven and greeted these cries, and the honor retreated from the hellish arena. (M/N) began to make the Walkers more hungry and aggressive with fresh meat. You shouted.

Daryl hugged you into his chest to hide this awful theater from your eyes. You heard the shattering cries of the boy pleading for help, the noises of the Walkers, and the evil cries of the people who hailed these torments. Merle laughed, almost amused by what was happening here. You went out of the bar, angry and shaken, and ran to your room. Daryl quickly joined you without saying a word. You walked faster and faster in the direction of your room without ever turning around and wiped the tears from your face with your sweatshirt sleeve. Was it that what Michonne meant?

“Daryl, we have to go!”, you shouted with your tear-covered face.

“Yeah.” He took your hand and ran to the yellow building with flowers on the windowsills. He opened the bedroom door and began to pack. He threw your clothes in the various rucksacks. Neither of you spoke a single word. You ran shortly afterwards in the parking lot as fast as possible and Daryl switched on a car while you unobserved opened the gate and then also got into the car. The car was racing at high speed along the dark street, but it was illuminated by the bright moon. Silence fell between you, just like the cold but quiet night…

* (MKULTRA* : Secret CIA research program on ways to control consciousness. At that time, the US secret service used questionable methods to experiment with mind control and the psychic influence of humans. The purpose was to find out how citizens could be conditioned not to divulge information that was enforced by known means; Develop interrogation methods to gain control; To develop memory improvement methods; and finding ways to prevent the agents from controlling the enemy. Among other things, the program included thousands of human experiments in which unsuspecting subjects, often randomly selected among hospital patients and inmates, were placed, without their knowledge, among highly potent hallucinogenic drugs such as LSD and mescaline. Numerous subjects carried the most serious physical and psychological damage, sometimes even death.)