Your p.o.v

The Governer puts a knife to my neck. I am fully awake now and look at Carl with wide eyes. Please lie! I silently plead.

Carl glances at me and I can see worry in his eyes. "OK, OK. I'll talk. But why would you punish her if I give the wrong answer? "

"Because, hurting her would mean hurting you even more than physically hurting you. " The Governer tightens his grip on the knife and presses it harder to my neck. I let out a choked sound as I try to jerk away from the knife.

"Daryl will find you and kill you, just to kill you again when you turn. " He smirks. What are you doing?! I yell at him in my head.

"With your friend's life on the line, I wouldn't be procrastinating. " the Governer snaps. "Now tell me the weak spots in the prison." He demands.

"There is none. We have guards everywhere. Tons of armed people. " He stops and thinks for a moment. "Except for section E. We don't really protect that part."

He was lying. As far all I know we never cleaned out that section , it was full of walkers.

The door opened and the Governer let go of me. I drop to the ground and hear Carl run over to me. He wraps his arms around me as I cough up blood from the previous torturing.

"Andrea wants to see you sir." That voice. I know that voice.

"Thank you Merle. Tell her I'll be there in a moment." I look up and see my other uncle, Merle. He looks back down at me and his eyes widen.

"Do I stay with the prisoners? Just to make sure they don't plan anything?"

"Thats fine." He replies. He walks out the door and slams it behind him.

I start to get up but my legs fail me and I fall down again. Carl catches me before I hit the ground. He helps me stand.

"(Y/N)! I thought you we're killed! Where did you come from?" Merle rushes over to me and engulfs me in a hug.

"I-" I spit out more blood. "I came from the prison. Daryl's there too. Oh my God, Merle, you don't know how good it is to see you. Why are you here?" I slur. He let's go of me and examines me.

He laughs. "Freaking Sheriff kicked me out. Good ol' baby brother didn't help me out any. That's also how I lost my hand."he holds up his makeshift hand.

Carl clears his throat. "Uh, hey Merle."

Merle laughs again. "Well, you've grown since the last time I've seen ya. More rebellious too. I mean judging from the fact that I don't think your dad would let ya come here on yer own."

The Governer comes walking back in. "Change in plans ladies. We're going to use these two as hostages so they'll give us the prison."

"But Governer, they might get killed." Uncle Merle protests.

"Don't let your emotions for your family get to you Merle." The Governer smirks. Merle runs over to him and pulls a gun on him. "Now now, we don't want any killing here do we?"

"Let them go!" He shouts and clicks the bullet into the chamber.

In one swift move the Governer pulls a knife out of his boot and stabs Merle in the gut before Merle can even react. I scream and he drops the gun, holding the hilt of the knife protruding from his stomach.

"No!" I yell and try to rush over to my dying uncle. The Governer picks the gun off the floor and points it at Carl and I.

"Don't move. I don't want to kill my hostages." He motions for us to walk.

Carl grabs my hand and leads me out the door. My ribs are on fire and I'm pretty sure a couple are broken. My head spins and I fall to the ground.

"Carry her." I hear the Governer demand. I feel a familiar pair of hands pick me up bridal style for like the fourth time. "You see son, we were planning on making a little trip to the prison right now to pick up some hostages, but why do that when two basically waked right through the door? We attack first thing. We are getting the cars lined up. You two will be walking in front so they can't kill you. She better be able to walk tomorrow, otherwise she gets run over. "

We get to a brick building and the whole time we walked there I tried to get Carl to put me down. He refused and continued to walk.

The Governer opens a door and shoves Carl inside and locks it from the outside. He stumbles and then sets me down. I stumble over to a chair. "You didn't have to carry me the whole way Carl." He paces back and forth.

"I didn't mind, done it before." He mumbles, still pacing.

I stand up and gain my balance, allowing my head to adjust to the sudden movement. "Carl, please sit down. You're making me nervous. " I grab his arm and he stops walking.

"What are we going to do (Y/N)? My family is in that prison. Our friends are in that prison. And we're here being pulled around like puppets!" He sits down on the ground and puts his head in his hands. Sobs rack his body.

I kneel in front of him and push the hair out if his face. "I don't know Carl. I don't know." I pull his hands down and grab them, intertwining my fingers into his.

He puts his head in my lap like a child. He continues to cry and I
remove his sheriff's hat and play with his hair, a few tears fall down my own cheeks. I hate seeing him in pain. I hate being helpless. I hate The Governer for doing this. I hate this world. But most of all I hate myself. I got us into this mess and there's no way to get us out.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper to him. He sits up and wipes his eyes.

"About what? You did nothing wrong (Y/N)!"

"I was the one who ran away. I'm going to be the reason we don't keep the prison. I'm sorry." I turn my head down to look away from Carl. He puts a finger under my chin and makes me look at him. Tears still stream down his face but he has a small smile on.

"We were never gonna stay there forever. I knew something would happen sooner or later. I was the one who followed you. I followed you because I love you." He leans in and kisses me and I kiss back. He puts his hands on my hips and I twist my fingers through his hair.

We both pull back for air. "One of these days we're going to have to kiss while one of us isn't crying. " he chuckles.

We lay on the single mattress in the corner and try our best to fall asleep. I can't help but think, they're gonna die because of you.

A/N: Waz up homies? I think this chapter was a bit more moving.... well for me anyways. 😜 I'm really excited for season 6 to return on Valentines day! Woop woop! Livin that single life! But I'm also scared that Carl might get his eye shot out.😭 Dang you Facebook!

Stay in the salt circle Niall, so the walkers don't get ya!

~zombiefighter01