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Desires: Walking Dead	By : Starliteyes24 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 1963 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Desires: Walking Dead
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He was hidden away in the little room of his apartment, sitting contently at his desk, reading through a history book about Ancient Egyptian Gods. Milton loved history, he was fond of it ever since he was a child. He was always the smartest kid in class no matter what grade. He just always seemed to over-power everybody that way. Now realizing he had competition, he didn't know what to do or think.
Michonne was a very intelligent woman and he wanted to know every little detail of her brilliant work. It seemed that without those 'pets' of hers, she'd be lost and possibly walker food by now, but because of her amazing mind, she's still around. Still reading the words of his current page, Milton recognized a familiar squeak coming from behind him. Someone was coming in, disturbing him of his reading. He knew it was Philip, he was the only one that had a key to Milton's apartment. He stuck a wripped piece of paper between the two pages and closed the book, sliding it back in to his desk.
"What are you readin' today, Milton?" the older man asked, not only out of curiosity, but also out of pure control, knowing that he had Milton like a puppet on a string, loving the fact that he could ask anything and always get an answer without much hesitation. Milton couldn't help the pounding in his chest and the air around them had grown to high degrees.
The younger man looked down at the face of his cluttered desk and turned in his chair to meet Philip's eyes. "Egyptian Gods," he answered honestly and Philip cracked a smile, moving in toward him, placing a strong hand on his shoulder. Milton knew he needed something, he just knew that sweetness and sincerity coming from Philip meant just that. Not always of course, but for most of the time, yes.
"Sounds interestin'," he began, tapping his fingers against Milton's shoulder, causing their eye contact to become awkward. "If you could do somethin' for me it would be greatly appreciated," Philip started, removing his hand and shoving both of them in to the pockets of his pants. Milton sat in silence, staring at the floorboards. Philip smiled again. "I always give you somethin' in return Milton, and don't worry, what I am needin' from you is nothin' extreme," he gave him a friendly warning, returning that hand to the younger man's shoulder.
Milton took in a careful breath and exhaled. "Sure, what do you need?"he asked, standing up from his chair to meet the man head on. The Governor's hand fled Milton's shoulder for a second time and his eyes scanned Milton's face fixedly. "I need more information on Michonne, somethin' is different about her, and I am curious as to what is goin' on in her little head, would you mind meetin' up with her, I have a lot of things to get done?" The Governor's southern lips spoke and just that name made Milton's temperature rise. He knew he had to agree to it, but doing it was going to be an almost impossible job for an awkward man like him to get done.
Milton had no idea who he was up against. He knew she was a woman, but what was she capable of? If she was able to slice off the arms of two walkers and chop off the jaws without an issue, then she just had to be capable of something.
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Michonne was out by the wall, sharing a drink with Andrea, and talking it up with Merle, who she clearly wasn't too fond of. How the hell did Milton get this lucky in finding her?
He was still quite a ways away from her, standing in the middle of the road, and being too obvious to anyone. Milton wiped away unwanted sweat beads from his forehead and walked up toward the drink stand. A cute woman behind it handed him a cold glass of ice-tea, well a cold plastic cup of ice-tea. He thanked her and hurried to take the first sip. The heat was intense and it wasn't helping him at all with his anxiety issue.
He made sure to never lose sight of the colored woman, but the moment he went over towards the stand, she was gone without him suddenly realizing. Milton downed his tea in a hurry and headed towards the doors where he last saw Michonne.
Merle was the only one there, along with Martinez, talking about shit that didn't even need to be said. Milton didn't dislike Merle, but getting along with him was tough. Martinez was the first to notice Milton and motioned in his direction, causing Merle to snap a look behind him. The man was expecting to find the two girls again, but once their eyes met, he gave Milton a snarl. "What the hell do you wan', Milty?" Merle teased, his southern drawl Milton's least favorite thing about him, but that smile was something.
Milton swallowed dryly and pushed up his glasses.
"Do you happen to know where Michonne is at this time?" he asked, totally patient and quiet, staring in to Merle's blue eyes. Merle was almost just as nerve-wracking as the Governor. The thought of it made Milton shake inside.
Merle looked back up at Martinez from below the wall and smiled back at Milton. "You have a thin' fer' the little ebony woman, huh Milty?" Merle's tone was high and gravely, and he extended out his prostetic arm and let it fall around Milton's tense shoulders. Damn, did that thing feel heavy.
He pulled the nervous man close against him and snickered. Milton wasn't so good at hiding his fear or anxiety, but Merle wasn't much aware of it at the moment.
Just the thought of that woman made Milton's toes curl and his jaw clench. "No, nothing like that, I-I just need to know where she would be at," he pushed up his damn glasses once more and Merle ruffled the man's hair with his only present hand. Merle more than enjoyed messing with Milton, he was in love with it. Milton was just so easy to push around and it made Merle the more dominant man.
Merle let him go with a careful shove and turned his back to him. Milton unwrinkled his shirt and brushed off the remaining smell of Merle, furrowing his brows.
Before Milton turned to leave, Merle turned back around and pointed down the road. A sudden relief washed over him and even without proper directions, Milton was pleased. Merle gave him a thumbs up just before Milton left.
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"I don't know why you don't like it here, Michonne, it's just what we need," Andrea said to her for the millionth time just a little revised, while watching her pace the room. Michonne hadn't spoke for about 5 minutes until Andrea stood up from the edge of the bed and went up to touch her shoulders to hold her still.
When she did that, there was a knock at the door. The both of their eyes flew towards the door and Andrea let go of Michonne's shoulders to answer it.
It was Merle. Who knew he'd show up at their door? Andrea rolled her eyes in a teasing way; her relationship with him wasn't as bad as it once was those many months ago. Michonne on the other hand, obviously hated him. They all knew Merle was a racist, and he even made sure to wink at Michonne just to be an asshole.
"What are you doing here?" Andrea asked, placing her hands on her hips, while Michonne made sure he knew she wasn't at all amused with his cocky attitude that had already been brought in to their room, starting with that dumb smile. Merle hoisted both of his arms up and against the wall above the door, leaning in close while his ass stuck out in the hall. They could just tell he thought he was the shit. He was a pretty big man and for his age, he didn't look at all half-bad, but hell, he needed to stop his dumb shit.
"Someone lookin' fer you," Merle explained quickly, nodding his head not at Andrea but at Michonne. Their eyes met and she felt the heat of the air over-power her almost instantly.
What the hell was he talking about? Andrea met Michonne's gaze and backed away from the door. Merle removed his arms and they fell down at his sides. She stood before Merle, locking gazes extremely tight. Michonne noticed a little smirk appearing on his lips. Was he trying to piss her off?
"What are you talking about?" her tone was low but the way she spoke was intense. She stood up straight, never breaking eye contact. Merle's eyes though, wandered around all over the place, looking her up and down several times. She could care less right now what his filthy eyes did. Finally when Merle was about to speak up, he stopped and turned around to find a pair of eyes right behind him. The two girls directed their eyes as well.
Merle smiled bright.
"Here he is," Merle said and tossed his prostetic arm over his shoulders, watching the two girls react to the current situation.
Milton had no idea he'd get stuck; hell, he had no idea he'd even be in the presence of Michonne either. His only reason for coming this way was to find Merle; he found him alright. Michonne looked at the man before them, and cocked her head, with a strange, yet very alluring smile.
"You're the one from breakfast, aren't you?" Michonne questioned, giving him quite a look. Andrea and Merle just stayed quiet. Milton looked awfully uncomfortable in Merle's grasp, especially in the presence of them all. He pushed up his glasses and nodded his head. Merle let him go and patted him on the back, finally leaving. Merle was gone, but the awkwardness that was swimming in the air was still here. Philip told him what to do, he gave him correct orders and now that he's with her, he can't say a damn word. Andrea looked at the both of them and decided to leave the room. But Milton stopped her in time.
"I never meant to disturb either of you," his words got Andrea to turn right back around. Michonne was still dangerously confused. Andrea had no idea what was going on either, but she was strangely okay with it. She had thought maybe Milton had come up here to find Michonne; Andrea smiled at the thought of them together. It wouldn't be too bad; Michonne could use a man in her life and Milton could really use a woman in his life just the same.
"So, what's going on then?" Andrea just had to ask, putting her hands on both of her hips, staring at Michonne, then right back at Milton. Things were totally confusing.
Michonne didn't look too pleased at the moment. Milton took one more look at her and spoke. "Would you mind t-taking a walk with me?" Milton asked, finally having the balls to speak up to such a gorgeous woman. Andrea looked over at Michonne, raising her eyebrows. Michonne looked right back and rolled her eyes.
"Maybe I would, what do you want?" Michonne stood her ground, her tone dangerous and just a few more steps forward and she'd be way too close for comfort. Milton was already nervous just being here.
They locked eyes and she could tell she had him.
His chest was thumping and his thoughts were racing; the good thing about it is that he still looked pretty decent on the outside, while his insides were going fucking nuts! Most of his anxiety was held up inside.
"Just to talk," he coughed and instantly found both of the girl's eyes on him. Andrea could no longer hide her smile. Michonne furrowed her brows and crossed her arms. What the hell was this guy trying to do? Why the hell was he even talking to her?
Andrea moved in close to Michonne and whispered in to her ear. Sooner than later, Michonne's eyes grew a size bigger after hearing what she had to say. Milton could only wonder what was going on in their minds.
Milton held his hands together, resting them limp against his groin, waiting for either of them to say something and fast."Fine," Michonne finally answered the desperate man and she left the room right before Milton had a chance to say anything. Andrea watched them leave and couldn't help but think the worst.
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