nobody liked meeting their ex-partner, that definitely included Daryl.

Well, he couldn't deny the nights he spent thinking about you, your lips, the smiles and the laughter... the hugs, the tender touches, the caresses... maybe Daryl thought about them much more than he should. Even more so in the apocalypse, the constant question of whether they were still out there, wandering the world made his heart stir inside his body.

But still, Daryl wouldn't even want to bump into you.

That changed completely when the Governor captured Daryl, and in one way or another you, even though you stayed there out of weakness and also as a technique to maintain stability, both physical and psychological, It still wasn't the most pleasant place. But you knew you were sleeping with one eye open.

You knew you should have turned around and walked out into the morning, but something kept you there, maybe it was a call from Daryl. Maybe.

Merle choked on his own blood, all the residents could not bear the carnage that it had all become, returning to their homes. Now, the only person in the audience was you. You, the Governor, and Daryl. All the other dead henchmen almost felt like their bodies were planted on the ground.