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I'll Keep You Alive If You Show Me The Way

Chapter 19: A Chance To Run For Cover

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I'm useless without a bow!"

"Was it worth it? Daryl's dying in there!"

"I didn't ask them to come, Rick!"

"I asked you to stay put."

"You're not the boss of me," I said, childishly, knotting my arms across my chest.

"Yes. Yes I am. These people look to me. I'm in charge! This isn't a democracy!"

"I don't remember agreeing to this."

"You weren't here."

"And what gives you the right to decide that? That you're in charge, huh?"

We were nearly touching noses now we were so close. Our gaze was unwavering as we stared each other down.

"I killed my best friend to keep this group safe."

"Whup-dee-doo," I muttered.

"I have led these people here. To safety!"

"Yeah how's that working out? Couldn't protect your own damn wife could ya?!"

I knew I had struck a nerve. I could tell by the way his face fell and he jumped back slightly. I stepped back ever so slightly.

"I'm just saying. You can't tell people what to do and what not to do. It'll end badly,"I said quietly to the floor.

I felt bad, but he needed to know what I thought of this whole 'not a democracy' crap. Rick shook his head an left the common room.

"You dare challenge Officer Friendly?"

"Shut up, Merle."

He straddled a chair in front of me, crossing his arms on top of it and rested his chin on his forearms. I sat down opposite him still folding my arms.

"How is he?" I asked.

Merle gave me a one shoulder shrug.

"Ol' man said he wouldn't've made it without ya."

I smiled. At least I could do one thing right.

"Same with me. Didn't expect ya to come back."

I shrugged and got up to go into the cells.


I froze at the door. Did Merle Dixon just... thank me? I turned my head and looked back at him, trying not to smirk.

"Welcome," I shut the door and walked to my cell and flopped down on my bed.

I placed a hand on my cheek. The walker scratch didn't burn anymore. I stared at the cot above me until I heard a light tap on my cell door. I looked up to find Carol smiling gently down at me.

"Daryl's awake."

I nodded, got up and walked up to his room. He and Merle were talking in hushed tones.

"Uh..Hi," I greeted.

Merle got up off the ground and left the cell, brushing past me. I knelt down beside Daryl's bed.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Right, right you just got shot," I muttered looking at the floor.

"Heard you and Rick got into a fight,"he said.

I rolled my eyes.

"He's acting as if I shot you myself."

"Y'saved my ass out there."

"Yeah, but I shoulda just stayed here, like Rick asked."

"Y'needed a bow. Y'crap at using guns, Harleigh."

I frowned. "Did you just call me Harleigh?"

"Yeah... that's y'name right?"

"You always call me Leigh..."

Saying that out loud made me sound like an immature teenage girl. Was it really important what he called me?

"Y'said y'din't like bein' called that."

"By Merle... Don't mind it from you," I mumbled to the floor.

"Ok, Leigh," he laughed.

I blushed with embarrassment. Carol came into the room with a bowl of tomato soup. I stood up and let her through.

"I can feed myself," Daryl muttered.

Carol rolled her eyes, smiling and set the tray down on his lap. She left us alone again.

"Hey, since I'm stuck like this for today, y'wanna read to me?" he asked.

I raised my eyebrow.

"What the bible?"

"No. Look in my bag."

I reached over and pulled the bag over to me. I grinned. Inside was the book I had read to Daryl in the hotel.

"You brought it with you?"

"Yeah, s'alrigh' book, ain't it?"

I laughed at him and opened the first page as he began to eat.


I hopped onto the back of the motorcycle, behind Daryl. I didn't want to be anywhere near Rick right now. He was still annoyed at me and I was fed up with him. But he had asked me to come, and I did as I was asked. I gripped onto Daryl's shirt as we headed of to what I guess was Woodbury. I hadn't a clue. I just said I'd go with them. If we were going to Woodbury I wondered if I would see Sarah again. Half of me wanted to check that she was safe, the other decided against it because I'm slightly ticked off that she told the Governor about my bite.

We finally slowed down and stopped at the side of the road. Hershel, Daryl and Rick seemed to talk in a silent code. I just kept close to Daryl, I really didn't know what was going on. I followed them to an old abandoned barn. I jumped when the doors opened. Daryl placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me from reaching for my bow. The Governor walked out of the barn.

"We've a lot to talk about," he says.

His lone blue eye flickered and fell on me. I smirked at him. Rick joined him and the barn doors shut. I sit down and relax for a moment, unlike Daryl who stays alert the whole time. A car rolls up beside us. A familiar blonde woman, Andrea hops out.

"Have they started?" she asks.
"Yep," I said.

She looks at me, recognising me. She marches past me and into the barn. I got up and began to pace. I didn't like Rick being alone with the Governor. Although we weren't exactly on good terms I still cared about him, he probably felt the same. Plus, the Governor was a sneaky little shit. I wanted nothing to do with him and wished for him to erased from our already hectic lives. I could feel Daryl's eyes following me as I paced the same patch of grass. I spotted a dorky looking guy watching me and scribbling down notes. I stopped and I stared at him.

"S-sorry, just... you're Harleigh right?" he stuttered. I nodded my head.

"Milton. I was just... analyzing your behavior... Did you normally pace like that?"

I gawped at him. "Maybe if I was worried my friend would get shot in the face, yes."

"I'm sure nothing will happen..." he laughed, nervously.

"If he does I'll kill him myself," I muttered, continuing my pace.

I could see someone through one of the cracks in the wall of the barn. I think it was Rick.

"Has the bite uh, changed your cycle?" he asked.

I stopped and looked at him again. Hershel's eyes widened and he looked at the ground, a look of 'oh shit this guy is dead' past over his features. The other guy, Martinez was smirking while Daryl awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

"I dunno... I have a bar," I muttered.

Wasn't I a smart son of a bitch to decide to get that? I'd have to have it taken out in two years. I tried not to think about that. Milton scribbled something down on his notepad.

"What about your sex drive?"

"What has this got to do with being bitten?" I sighed, running a hand down my reddening face.

"Well, walkers don't reproduce... They just eat. How's your diet?"

"I eat when I can... Like everyone else," I frowned.

True, I hadn't had much of an appetite but food was so scarce I tried to not focus on it. Although I would catch myself daydreaming about big dinners and chocolate.

"What was it like? Being bit?"

"It hurt."

I heard Daryl cough a laugh. Milton looked up at me from the notepad. I rolled my eyes.

"Burned a bit... Felt a bit loopy on anesthetic. The second time it didn't have any effect except I passed out. The latest scratch just burned for two hours I'd say."

"What about your emotions? Did you have any...y'know thoughts."

Everyone was watching me in awe as I answered his questions. I hadn't even noticed Andrea rejoining us. I frowned and snatched the notepad out of his hand.

"The hell is this anyway?"

"I'm keeping a record."

I flipped through the pages and tossed it back to him. I gave him my back and began to pace again. Milton now turned to Hershel to pester him about his leg.

"Look at this," Martinez nodded towards a group of walkers straggling towards us.

We could just about see them from where we sat. I watched as he and Daryl showed off their skills. Killing the walkers with new tactics they had learned. I sat down next to Andrea rolling my eyes.

"Boys, am I right?" she smiled.

I nodded. Keeping an eye on the barn.

"Thought you weren't with Rick, I called over to the prison the other day. You weren't there."

"I lied obviously. I must've been knocked out from the bite. How do you know him?"

"I left Atlanta with them..." she looked hurt that I didn't know who she was.

Not that I'd give a shit either way, to me she was the enemy. She was with this douche Governor who was just causing complications.

"Now you're fighting against them," I said turning my gaze to the bright blue sky.

"No... I'm trying to sort things out."

"Waste of time. You're Gov is just gonna come knocking tomorrow."

"He won't he-"

"He's a monster, Andrea. Get out while you can," I whispered, finally turning to face her.

She shook her head. I sighed, then smirked a little remembering what my grandmother used to say.

"You can't change a man. No matter how hard we try," I told her.

She smiled ever so slightly.

"Leigh!" Daryl called.

I turned my head towards him, he was shaking a packet of cigarettes. I smiled and left Andrea to join him and Martinez.

"Smoke with me," he muttered through his cigarette, throwing Martinez a dirty luck.

"Douchebag," he mumbled to me.

I coughed a laugh, grinning. My eyes focused on five walkers heading towards us.

"Y'know this is a joke right?" Martinez was saying. "Their not going to work anything out. Sure, they'll do their little dance, tomorrow. Next day, they'll give the word."

"I know," Daryl quietly replied. "Y'wanna take these out, Leigh?"

I nodded, putting my cigarette out. I rolled up my sleeves and reached behind me for my bow. I pulled an arrow out of my quiver, set it and released. Once the arrow had left I had another in place shooting down another. I had improved my fast shooting, I could do it fluently and with ease. Once all walkers were down I turned to Daryl, catching him giving Martinez a smug look. I retrieved my arrows and returned to the men in time to see Martinez accept a cigarette.

Suddenly, the barn doors open. Rick comes out, looking rattled and worried. I fought the urge to run to him. It was harder to not run and punch the pirate beside him.

"Harleigh,"The Governor nods, a fake smile playing on his lips.

"Philip,"I smirked.

He doesn't look too impressed with my tone. I wasn't scared of this asshole.

"Two days," The Governor grumbles, getting into the car.

The car peels away and we turn to Rick. He doesn't look at us, he leaves for us to follow.


I was feeding Judith outside when Rick came striding over to me.

"Where's Merle?" he asks.

"Inside ripping up beds," I say not looking up from the feeding baby.

I had already argued with Merle today and I was still a little pissed about it. I mean it wasn't anything major, he just annoys me. As soon as the prison door shut Daryl was over, swinging his crossbow on to his back.

"There y'are."

"Here I am," I smiled, shielding my eyes from the sunlight to look up at him.

"Leigh, I need ya to do somethin'."

"What is it?"

"Stay with me today, don't leave my sight."

"Why? What's going on?" I asked.

He paused for a moment while Beth hurried over.

"Can I take her inside? It's getting too hot."

I nodded and passed Judith to her. I look back to Daryl.

"I can't tell ya," he mumbled.


"Rick said not to."

"Daryl what's going on?"

"Nothin'! Jus' do as I ask, alright?" he snapped impatiently.

"No. Tell me what's going on."

He groaned and grabbed my upper arm and dragged me off to a secluded part outside of the prison.

"What Rick told us was a lie. Okay? The Governor will call off this war if Rick hands over you and Michonne," he said, dead serious.

I scoffed.

"I'm serious, Harleigh."

"But Rick wouldn't... even if he did, that ass would never keep his word."

Daryl placed his hand on the wall behind me and leaned towards me.

"Dunno, Leigh. Rick's gon'bit crazy. So will y'stay with me?"

I nodded slowly, looking up at him. He pauses for a moment and lifts his hand to my cheek. My whole body seems to seize up as his thumb glides over the scar on my cheek. I feel like some one had cracked an egg over my head and the yolk was sliding down my back. He stands up straight, leaving me in such a state that I'm pissed off with myself.

"C'mon,"he says gruffily.

What an asshole, he lays a finger tip on me and I turn to mush. Daryl leads me over to Glenn. I glower at his back as he and Glenn talk about Merle. I felt like kicking him up the ass for making me feel stuff. I can't feel things right now! You develop feelings and you die.

"I care more about her than I care about me," Glenn said, he was right up in Daryl's face.

He wasn't so afraid of him as he used to be. Daryl looked from Glenn, to me, to the ground and back to me again. He grabbed his crossbow without a word and left. As we walked away from Glenn, I grabbed Daryl's arm. He looked back at me.

"Did Rick tell you?"

"He told me about Michonne... Merle told me about you."

Well, I was damn annoyed now. Merle wouldn't lie to his brother about this. I was annoyed at myself for yelling at him earlier that morning. He just knows how to provoke me. Even of stupid petty things.

"I gotta go talk to him. C'mon."

I followed Daryl inside, into the prison. Down to the boiler room where Carl and I had found Tyreese's group.

"Merle? You down here? Merle?"

"Hey lil brother!" Merle said cheerily as we entered the room.

His eyes landed on me then darted back to Daryl.

"What the hell?" Daryl mumbled, looking at the counter at whatever the hell Merle had been getting up to.

"I was just about to holla back atcha!"

"What are you doing down here?"

I leaned against the door frame as the two brothers approached each other.

"Just lookin' for a little crystal meth," Merle said.

I narrowed my eyes. He had moved to block Daryl from walking any further into the boiler room. What was he hiding?

"Yeah, I know, I shouldn't mess my life up when everythin's goin' so sweet right?" he chuckled.

"Y'talk to Rick yet?"

"Yeah, oh yeah! I'm in," he glanced at me again. "You tell her?"


"So y'keeping her witcha? What about tha' black bitch?"

"Michonne," Daryl corrected.

"Rick's not gonna do it," I spoke for the first time. "I've seen more spine in jellyfish."

Merle smirked. "I like you, princess. Ya the only one round 'ere widda bit of sense."

Daryl shot me a glare over his shoulder.

"Your people are gonna do exactly what I did with those two lovebirds. Snatch 'em up and giv'em to the Governor," Merle told Daryl.

He was right. Merle Dixon was speaking sense. It wasn't garbled nonsense to piss anyone off.

"And what are ya gonna do, lil brother? Y'gonna let Rick take Michonne 'nd your lil lady? I'm telling you now, he's not gonna kill em. No, he's gonna torture Michonne. Maybe some freak experiments on Harleigh. Then, come by the next day and take down this prison anyway."

What Daryl said next, rattled me to the core. I couldn't believe my ears hearing the words:

"Whatever Rick says, goes."

I stood up straight, feeling the shock spread from my gut to my expression. Merle's eyes were on me then flickered to Daryl. He huffed a laugh shaking his head at him. I turned on my heel and strode away from the boiler room. I was shaking with rage, it pumped through my blood almost like mud. Thick and revolting. Nausea seeped through my veins, making me to shake with rage. I was disgusted with Rick, disgusted with the Governor and sickened by Daryl. I felt some one grab my arm and spin me around.

"Told y'not to leave me!" Daryl said loudly, almost shouting.

I mustered all the strength I had and shoved him away from me. He looked at me with confusion and surprise plastered across his face.

"Don't you fucking touch me," I snarled.

"Leigh, what's wrong?" he asked frowning.

My eyes widened.

"Are you seriously that ignorant?!" I spat, punching his chest.

He took a few steps back. I was rooted to the spot with absolute rage. I'm sure if I even tried to move I'd fall to the ground screaming. I was so pissed.

" 'Leigh, what's wrong?'," I mocked, then jammed my finger into the middle of his chest. "You're a pig, Daryl Dixon."

"I don' under-"

"What Rick says, goes?!" I shout at him, infuriated.

"You don't care that I could be brought to that sick evil man and have experiments done on me?"

Shit, saying it out load made tears prick my eyes. I felt physically ill.

"I just-Michonne-Leigh I d-" Daryl fought to find the words he was looking for.

"Shut the fuck up. Bringing me or Michonne is wrong. Rick is wrong, Daryl. Rick Grimes is wrong. Get that through your thick skull!"

I was out of breath from shouting. I'm surprised no one came running to see what I was slaughtering. No one came though. I raised a shaky hand to wipe tears that had spilled from my eyes.

"Leigh, I-" Daryl took a step forward.

"Don't," I said quietly.

Looking at the ground.

"If I'm that worthless to you, then don't waste your breath," I said shakily.

I turned away and walked briskly away from him. I found myself at the bottom of one of the look out towers. I climbed up, swung the door open and took my anger out on a deceased lookout guard. After I jammed a dagger through his bloated skull, I threw his body over the barrister and shut myself inside. I slid down the door and crouched on the floor.

Why did I join this group?! I felt like punching myself in the face. People never change, even when the world does. I heard scraping on the other side of the door. I opened it slowly and Sam came in, wagging his tail. He lay down and I rested my head on his stomach. My sleeve was soggy from catching my tears. I hadn't cried in ages but right now I was terrified. I mean the only person who seemed to be on my side was Merle! I couldn't even have a conversation with him without going on a rampage.

I rubbed my eyes raw, shut them and waited for sleep to take me.


I laughed so much through this whole thing because of the barn scene holy lord look up TWD Bad Lip Reading and you'll understand. heeheeheee.
ANYWAY THIS CHAPTER HAD DRAAAMAAA you guys think Rick will hand her and Michonne over? Who knows... well I do obviously.we're soon coming to the end of S3 of this story whoop and I will have to start making shit up again.

love you guys x


I'm super sad because I've realized this may never get updated. It's legitimately the best story on this site

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Oh I really love this story. I hope it gets updated >< please update!

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This is the most amazing story ever on this site ever please update. Harleigh is amazing and you are a great writer.

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Amazing writing, as always.

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Holy crap please update!!! This is one of the best I've read in a long time!!!

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