Cw: Character's death.

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For the past two days Rick and the others have been preparing for the war with The Governor, but get this—the bastard wanted a peace treaty. Pathic isn't it?

Whenever Rick is gone Glenn would take over to get ready for the fight for the prison, his gang and his lover. Andrea still tries to keep Woodbury and us from fighting, The Governor's offers Rick to hand over Michonne so Woodbury won't go to war with us.

The leader is conflicted about the offer but it wasn't much of a choice.

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It was around the afternoon as I lay outside while I watched the others take care of the walkers' situation, it's a cool day out for once.
I saw Rick come outside with a rifle in hand just as the truck appears containing Daryl, Glenn with Michonne driving. I stood up and walk up to them. "They try to drive up to the gate again," Glenn spoke. "maybe some blown tires will stop them."

"That's a good idea." Rick says.

"It was Michonne's." Daryl told him. He eyes the leader in a knowing look.

Michonne then spoke. "We don't have to win—we just have to make their getting at us more trouble than it's worth." It was then Maggie and Carl walked up to us, just when we headed inside the prison.

When I head inside I saw my pups wagging their small tails in the food box Beth put them in as they let out tiny barks to greet their mother, I lowered my head to greet them back.

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It was a quarter late in the afternoon when me, Daryl and Rick were ready to take off to Woodbury. " It's off. We'll take our chances." Rick says.

"'m not saying it was the wrong call, but this is definitely the right one." Daryl spoke. He notices the expression on Rick's face. The look of irritation and confusion. "Wha's wrong?" Daryl asks.

Rick replies. "I can't find Merle or Michonne. They're gone."

Well great. Just great.

We headed inside the prisoner where Daryl last saw Merle. " He was in here.Said he was looking for drugs." Daryl explains. " Said a lot of things, actually." Ain't that the truth.

I manage to track down a familiar scent of both Nasty Merle and Michonne. Daryl bent down to pick it up. " Yeah, he took 'er here. They mixed it up." Daryl spoke.

"Damn it!" Rick cursed. "I'm going after him."

The leader starts to walk out until Daryl stops him. "You can't track for shit." That's rude.

"Then the both of us."

"No, just me." Daryl stands in front of the door. "I said I'd go and I'll go.Plus they're gonna come back here—You need to be ready. Your family, too." He ended the conversation. "C'mon Nyla."

I let out a bark and followed Daryl outside to find Merle...again.

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After an or two of walking we see Michonne killing a walker's head. " Hey!" Daryl calls out. The katana-wielding woman glared at us. " Where's my brother? Ya kill him?" he went on to ask.

Michonne shook her head. " He let me go."

I saw the look in his eyes. " Don't let anyone come after me." He started running with me following behind him.

When we reached the meeting spot which looked like a farmhouse where a few walkers were feasting on some corpses, I silently killed one but I froze on the spot and so did Daryl when we saw a reanimated Merle.

And for the first time I saw Daryl cry, like a young boy who's being beaten brutally and it made my heart break. I watch the walker Merle try to lunge at Daryl but he pushes to the ground and repeatedly stabs his undead brother in the head until he's dead.

When he's done he cries on the grassy floor, I let out a whine as I slowly and cautiously made my way to him. I gently lay beside him, closing my eyes to shed a tear of my own—He clutches my fur and cries into it.

It was me and him now, like it always has been. Don't worry Daryl, I'm here.