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

Chapter 33: The Governor Returns

Nathan said that the Governor had run out through the back with two other guys. They had overpowered him and tied him up. I felt incredibly guilty; I knew some one had been watching us. Glenn and Maggie stayed behind to keep an eye on Nathan. He had been hit across the head pretty bad. Krista offered to help which we agreed to. So now, Daryl, Michonne, Krista and I were running out the back gate. Daryl led the way hurrying down the lane way, pushing dumpsters out of the way.

"Why are we following him?"Krista grumbled.

"He knows how to track,"I spat, not in the mood for her pointless sexism.

Daryl hadn't been particularly nasty to her (yet) but she was acting as if he was giving her a rough time. Really stupid for some one new to the group. If I were her I'd see us as a ticket to safety. Not that we were taking in anymore. We had enough to take care of. We followed Daryl who came to a stop at what seemed to be a golf course. The grass had grown to about my knees, but I could tell it was once a golf course because of tall flags stood in the middle of the emerald ocean. Daryl paused and surveyed the area.

"Can' see where they wen',"he mumbled after a while.

"Well they can't have just disappeared,"Krista snapped, even turning up her nose at him.

I would have broken it off in any other situation. Daryl was doing his best.

"Red heads... ya can see 'em way off, hard to miss,"she continued, squinting off into the distance.

I slapped my forehead.

"Yeah?! And y'think she'd just be out in the damn open?!"I snarled.

"Chill out! I know she's you're daughter-"

"She isn't-"

"So what's the big deal?"

My jaw swung open and I grabbed the woman by her collar, nearly picking her up off the ground.


Krista's silver eyes widened and she nodded her head vigorously, her blonde curls falling into her face. I let go of her. With her heels back on the ground now she was able to step away from me. She fixed her shirt, not taking her eyes off me. They flitted between my face and my bow. I turned away from her, taking in a deep shaky breath. I had nearly knocked myself out with that sudden burst of rage. We started walking again, Michonne and Daryl on either side of me and Krista following behind at a short distance.

"Are you okay?"Michonne asked, still looking ahead.

"I'm going to kill some one."

Daryl's hand found mine and gave my fingers a tight squeeze before locking his into mine. I rested the side of my head on his shoulder for a second before looking behind me at Krista. Now her eyes moved from the bow on my back to mine and Daryl's hand. I turned away again. I wished I could hole myself away somewhere. I was stupid for thinking I could keep a little girl safe. I could barely keep myself safe. We crossed over the golf course taking down walkers dressed in checkered pants and white polo shirts. I nearly tripped over several golf club bags abandoned by their owners along the way. I remembered to pick one up so I could beat the living shit out of the Governor when I found him. We came to a club house and stopped at the wooden stairs.

"See anything?"I asked Daryl.

He looked down at me and shook his head. I bit my lip and nodded. Daryl didn't have superpowers. He was doing his best and he was doing it for me. Which meant the world to me.

"Wait, there's prints here,"he muttered, pointing to the ground."They go to that shed over there."

I was going to follow. I really was. But something moved in the club house. I thought I had patted Daryl on the shoulder but by the time I climbed the stairs I realised I was alone. I swung the door open and walked into a bar. All the walkers on the inside were not moving, some one had already taken them down. There was a door on the other side of the room, behind the bar. I walked past overturned tables spattered with blood and gore. I hopped over the bar, noticing how all the bottles were missing or empty. There were bullet marks in the shelves were the bottles once were, only shattered glass remained. I pushed the beads hanging down off the door frame and continued down the wooden floored corridor. One door was open, I entered into the dark room.

"Shut the door and put the club down."

My body jolted with shock but I did as I was told. As soon as I did the light flickered on.

The Governor stared up at me from behind the dark mahogany desk. A small smile played on his lips. He rested his elbow on the desk, holding up his head.

"Harleigh,"he greeted.

He knew, he knew I would come and find Charlotte. My shock of seeing the man with one lone blue eye subsided and was taken over by anger.

"The hell are you doin?"I snapped.

His evil grin stretched, showing off his white teeth. He stood up slowly, clutching the glass of whiskey in one hand. I kept my eyes glued to him as he strolled across the office to another chair. I jumped as he kicked the chair. It swung around a skittered across the wooden floor, settling at the other side of the desk. He stepped around the desk and sat back down.

"Sit, Harleigh,"he said, holding out his hand to the seat.

He smiled up at me, his eye trained on my face. His features showed amusement as I stared blankly at the chair.

"Not gonna bite,"he chuckled."Not that it'd matter to you, anyway."

My eyes darted from the chair, to him and to possible exits. I placed my hand on the back of the chair and sat down slowly, keeping my eyes on him. We sat silently for minutes. The only sound was some unknown tapping and a ticking of a clock on the wall, probably not telling the correct time. The Governor stared at me, evaluating me. He chuckled again before drumming the table.

"I brought whiskey!"He said, cheerily.

I eyed the glass on the table. I could fucking see you brought whiskey you dumb ass. I inhaled deeply, determined to keep my cool. He uncorked a bottle with a pop. He tipped the bottle over and poured a shot into an empty glass. The bottle glugged as he poured himself more. He chuckled yet again, picking up his glass and bringing to his lips. He then looked expectantly at me. I stared at him and he grinned.

"Well, go on. Drink up."

Where the hell were Daryl and the others? My hand found the glass and I held it up to him. He never stopped smiling as our glasses clinked. We both eyed each other as we took a swig each. The liquid burned my throat and insides. I set the glass back down and coughed.

"Where's Charlotte?"

"Now, now Harleigh. What a rare meeting this is hmm? Tell me about yourself."

"We met before, but you decided to try and kill me before we had the chance to chit chat,"I replied, sourly, crinkling my nose.

"Well. That was before I knew of your worth,"he smirked."Ya sure are one of Rick's ain't ya sweetheart?"

I frowned at him.


"He had the same... attitude... towards me. Look Harleigh, you'd be better off with me. We could rebuild Woodbury. You and I."

"I'm never leaving Rick,"I whispered.

He smiled.

"Loyal to him, huh? Even though he messed up... so many times?"

"He'd never turn on his own people. Rick's twice the man you are,"I growled.

I remembered what he had done to the people of Woodbury... to my sister.


He gulped down a mouthful of whiskey and sighed.

"They were cowards, fled from battle."

"There didn't need to be a battle,"I rolled my eyes and folded my arms over my chest.

He slammed his fist down on the table.

"I know that. If your beloved leader had handed over Michonne as I requested. It never would have happened."

"Why did you need Michonne?"I asked, not raising the volume in my voice.

I ran my finger along the rim of my glass as his eye began to water. He sniffed.

"She took something... dear to me,"he whispered, his voice full of sadness.

I would have felt sorry for him, if it wasn't for my leather flesh and my lack of fucks to give to this man.

"Yeah, what was it?"I pushed, eying his hands carefully. I had to be ready if his hand flew to my gun.

"Something I loved."

"And for me?"I asked, quietly.

"There's a bounty on your head."

I licked my lips and glanced from him to the table.

"Y'wanna kill Michonne for taking something?"I whispered.

"Very much so."

I smiled and looked back at him. He was frowning now, with slight confusion.

"I know how you feel."

"You do?"He asked, leaning back in his chair.

He placed his hands behind his head and smirked, triumphantly. I nodded.

"That's how I feel about you."

The volume in my voice rose now.

"You took my sister away, you took Merle away and now, you've taken Charlotte. The other two I can do nothing about, I'll forgive you and let you go if you give me back the little girl."

The Governor's hands came back down, slowly, to rest on the table. He ran a hand across his mouth, still watching me. Our eyes never left each other, both of us were weary of the other and what the other could do.

"Interesting,"he pondered."Your sister knew what was coming."

I was annoyed that he was dissecting my sentence. I knew what he was doing, hoping to trigger a nerve. So I played along, I wasn't going to resort to violence until the last possible moment.

"She was pregnant."

"Oh, I know. Couldn't have that."

I raised my eyebrow.

"Was Woodbury unable to care for a pregnant woman?"

"We were under attack. We would be weakened, women are already weak enough without carrying around a baby."

I felt my face twitch, what a prick.

"Besides, that little angel didn't deserve all this,"he whispered.

"An angel? What?"

"It was my baby,"he shrugged.

I let out a short "HA!" Grinning I took another sip of whiskey. The Governor's gaze was unwavering.

"You're not serious?"I mumbled after seconds of silence.

"You're sister was rather beautiful,"he smirked, sickening me.

"It was Ty's"

"No. That abomination was unable to have children."

"And how the fuck do you know that?"I spat.

"I overheard him saying it to that weird tall guy,"he said, waving his hand as if trying to swat a fly.

"You touched my sister,"I stated."You raped her?"

"No. She would do anything to be safe."

Jesus Christ how I hated her even more. What an idiot. I laughed and shook my head.

"Wouldn't you do anything to be safe?"He asked, smirking. I scoffed and shook my head again.

"What about that redneck huh?"

I glared at him. He laughed.

"Oh c'mon, Harleigh. That's the only reason you joined that group! Saw how equipped he was to this world-"

"You're wrong. I hated Daryl with every fiber of my being."

Now, that wasn't a lie. It was the honest truth. He was the reason I was hesitant to join them.

"That was just how your old snot-nosed self dealt with the fact that you might needed the scum of the earth's help."

I frowned and glared at him. I didn't like how he spoke about Daryl. Or how I used to be, I was ashamed of myself.

"See, people like you, me and that redneck were made for a world like this. Speaking of the hick. You mentioned Merle. Where you close?"

"No,"I whispered.

"Why care then?"

"He was important for the group,"I mumbled.

The Governor smiled, knowingly then laughed.

"You care for his brother!"

"For Daryl? Yeah. I do. What's it to ya?"I spat.

"A rich stuck up city kid and a hillbilly? I've seen it all now. He doesn't care about you. He's primitive. Not capable."

"How could you possibly know what Daryl is capable and not capable of?"I snapped.

"I met his brother didn't I?"

"Daryl is nothing like Merle."

"Sure he is! Close minded ain't he?"

I shook my head. I wanted to get out of here now. The only way to get out of here was to play along with the Governor's game.

"Where's Charlotte?"I sighed.

"Now that you sister's gone... Are you the last Benning standing?"

"Where is Charlotte."

"Ever find your Grandparents? Your sweet grandma?"

I smirked.

"Sarah didn't betray me that time. Our gran died eight years ago"

A flash of annoyance crossed his face. I guess he hated being deceived.

"And your grandad? The one who gave you that bow?"His eye ran over my bow sticking up from behind my shoulder.

"He went to Atlanta, I guess."

"So you don't know?"

"No. Where's Charlotte?"

"Who is this Charlotte?"He asked.

I sighed.

"I know you have her, now shut the hell up and give her back before I kill you."

He breathed a laugh, staring down at his glass.

"The little girl? Oh, she's here. Don't you worry. I'd never hurt her."

He got up slowly and put the glass down. He strolled over to a door to the side of the desk. He pulled a key out of his pocket and shoved it into the keyhole.

"You should have seen this coming, Harleigh,"he sighed, turning the key.

The lock clicked and he pulled the door open. I stood up quickly, flipping the chair back as he lunged through the door. He dragged Charlotte out, who screamed and struggled against the grasp the Governor had on her forearm.

"Sit down, Harleigh!"He spat pointing a gun at me.

I didn't move, I stared at Charlotte. She seemed to calm down once she noticed I was in the room. We both jumped as he pressed the barrel of the gun to her temple. I grabbed the chair and sat back down.

"That's more like it,"he muttered, sitting down and pulling Charlotte into his lap.

"Don't hurt her,"I whispered.

He chuckled.

"You've weakened. That's what love does to people. But we can't be weak anymore Harleigh. It's what stops us from surviving."

I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"I don't care about surviving. I care about living. To share this life-as fucked up as it is-with people I care about and who care about me. If you honestly feel like surviving is the only important thing right now, you're wrong, and I feel sorry for you Philip."

He flinched when I used his name.

"They hold us back. You're the cure and the only reason you won't co-operate is that damn redneck and your pathetic little group."

"I can't bring Penny back,"I whispered.

His eye widened and began to water. Jeez, I felt kind of... sorry for him. But he was evil, I wasn't going to show any sympathy. He sniffled and pulled Charlotte closer to him, pressing her head to his chest. She was petrified and had stopped struggling. He shut his eye and inhaled a shaky breath, trying to compose himself again. I waited, looking from him to Charlotte to the gun in his hand.

"Give me Michonne, I'll let you go,"he said, his voice strong again.

He stared at me and I shake my head.

"Give me Charlotte and I'll let you go."

He laughed. In one swift movement the barrel of the gun was pointed at my head. For once I was frozen with fear. I remembered the second time Rick had pointed a gun at my head and how I asked for him to aim at my head. I didn't care whether I died then, but now all I wanted was to keep Charlotte safe and return to my group. They needed me and I needed them. Philip was right, love weakens us.

"We're leaving,"he said.

He held Charlotte in one arm and the other was stretched out pointing a Beretta in my face. Bravely, I stood up too.

"Please don't take her. She won't be happy with you."

"She'll learn."

Charlotte's eyes found mine, her little hand moved to her pocket were I saw the handle of the pocket knife I gave her jutting out. My eyes flew back to Philip's face.

"I'll come after you."

"Go ahead. I'd like to see you tr-AHH!"

Charlotte jabbed the small knife into his arm, just above his elbow. The gun clattered onto the table, fell off and slithered across the floor. He also dropped Charlotte who managed to land on her feet. She crawled under the desk towards me and hugged me. I held her tightly while Philip yanked the knife out of his arm. I grabbed Charlotte and pulled her over to the door I had come through. Philip stumbled around behind us. I clasped the doorknob and tugged and tugged, but it wouldn't budge. I heard the familiar click of a gun. I turned around slowly, stepping in front of Charlotte. Once again I was staring down the barrel of a gun. He held it in his unwounded arm. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the blow that would end me. I jumped hearing glass shatter. I heard a snap and a whiz followed by a thud.

"DARYL!"Charlotte cried.

I opened my eyes and saw that Philip was stuck to the wall with an arrow pinning his shirt to the wall, blood dripping from the knife wound. Daryl climbed in through the broken window. Philip was breathing heavily, seething with rage. Daryl held up his crossbow again and pointed it at him.

"Don't,"I said.

Daryl glanced and me and I shook my head. He lowered the bow and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me towards the window.

"One for me,"he muttered, smirking ever so slightly.

I rolled my eyes. Goddammit. I climbed through the window and helped Charlotte through, followed by Daryl.

"I'LL COME AFTER YOU!"Philip bellowed as we climbed down the fire escape.

We heard a door burst open just as our feet hit the ground. We began sprinting back across the golf course, Krista and Michonne trailing behind. There was a loud pop and I heard the grass crunch behind us. Krista ran past me, snatching up Charlotte and hurtling back towards the house. I turned and saw Michonne lying on the ground holding her leg. Daryl kept running with Krista. I turned back and pulled Michonne off the ground. I pulled her arm around my shoulder.

"C'mon,"I ushered her, I couldn't see anyone behind us.

She limped beside me, her wound slowed us both down. Daryl held the back gate open and we staggered into the garden. Michonne unwrapped her arm from my shoulder and hobbled into the threshold. She limped into the sitting room, where I guess was were Glenn, Maggie and Nathan were waiting. Charlotte and Krista followed behind. I turned to Daryl just as his slung the crossbow back onto his back. He pulled me into him and cupped my face in his calloused hands, pressing his rough lips to mine. I threw my arms around his waist and returned his kiss. We pulled away and I sighed.

"Don't disappear like tha' 'gain,"he mumbled, stepping back.

"I'm sorry I just..."

"I know."

I nodded and we headed into the sitting room. Glenn and Maggie stood up and stared at us. I was horror struck by what Glenn was holding.

"Oh, you're ok! Oh thank god!"Maggie was saying.

"What's that Glenn?"I asked slowly.

Glenn looked down at the object in his hand.

"It's a walkie-talkie."

"Who were you talking to?"

"Rick... he's coming to he-"

"He's coming here?! YOU TOLD HIM WHERE WE WERE?!"

"Well I thought-"


"Who?"Glenn asked, frightened.

I slumped down on the couch and covered my face with my hands. I felt myself rock back and forth. I heard footsteps and Nathan asking if he had heard correctly. I heard Charlotte whimper.

"When did you tell him?"I asked them.

"As soon as you guy left... He spoke first and asked where you were..."Maggie replied.

"Maybe ... Maybe they can't interfere with the walkie-talkies-"Glenn said, nervously.

"Of course they can,"Nathan spat.

"It's not Glenn's fault he didn't know,"I muttered, looking up."We'll wait for Rick, then we'll go."

"What about me? From what I'm hearing these dangerous people are coming here to my home,"Krista said, folding her arms.

"Yeah, talk to Rick about that."

She huffed and left the room. Glenn and Maggie sat down on the couch opposite mine. Nathan started to help Michonne with her wound. Charlotte and Daryl sat down on either side of me and we waited for Rick. I wanted to hug Daryl or hold is hand or something, anything but he barely looks at me when there's other people in the room. No one spoke, the only sounds in the house were Krista rustling about in the hall. I think she decided she was coming with us no matter what Rick said.


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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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