Charmed By the Devil: Walking Dead | By : Starliteyes24 Category: S through Z > The Walking Dead Views: 8251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Charmed By the Devil: Walking Dead
::When she pressed the tip of her blade slightly in to his throat, she knew at that moment she had all control. Philip just looked in to those dark eyes of hers and remained as still as ever. She was one ballsy woman for sure, and as much as he hated being the one behind the gun, he enjoyed seeing her act so damn tough.
He let her slip right passed him and leave the room. All the tension broke and soon, the temperature had dropped back to the way it was before that woman entered the room.
Michonne was no where to be found as late afternoon had quickly turned to early evening. The Governor went to Andrea to inform her of her sneaky friend. It wasn't long before Philip was in and out of Andrea's room, mind set on one thing. On his way out the door, Philip took note of Merle walking down the road with Martinez. He looked at that man before heading back to his apartment. His thoughts were calm, but they weren't sane.
"There's a shit load of 'em!" Merle explained to the man beside him, both men walking in sync. On the way outside the wall, totally out of the blue, Martinez let out a wicked curse and grabbed Merle's attention.
Standing before them was a woman and not just any woman, Michonne. She didn't look too pleased to see them, but all Merle could do was smile.
"Well, look at what we have here?" Merle teased, his voice raspy and gravelly while his blue eyes examined her from head to toe not too subtly. Michonne rolled her eyes and hoped to get on by them, but Merle stopped her. Martinez stood and watched behind Merle, just waiting for something to ensue.
"Move," Michonne told him, demanded him but her tone was so low and quiet. Merle could only stare in confusion at her, almost surprised by the words of her choosing.
Martinez and Merle both looked at each other and returned their direction right back to her.
She cursed below her breath and pushed this time, obviously not afraid. Merle let out a little chuckle and blocked her a second time, this time getting too close.
"You gotta lot of balls fer' a woman," the older man admitted, his grin gone and replaced with a nasty face. Michonne thought she was going to have to wrestle with him just to get by, but she was rescued by the last person she wanted to see.
"Leave her alone Merle," his strong southern voice was charm-coated, but all Michonne wanted to do was get the hell out of here before the Governor realized she was outside of the walls. She had already got cursed out by him just hours ago, and now he was the one saving her? Funny!
Merle along with silent Martinez turned to look at the opposite man. Merle nodded his head and gave Michonne a little wink before turning away to leave. She watched the two of them leave and that's when she was on her way too.
"Michonne, can I have a minute of your time?" The Governor stopped her and she turned around to meet his gaze. The young woman knew she could say no, but she decided to let him speak. The both of them walked side by side up the road, and Philip wasn't at all surprised to know just how silent she was.
On the way to the center of the town, the Governor walked up to one of the stands and asked for a cup of water. Michonne watched him and saw just how much of charmer he was towards the women. He seemed like truly decent man, kind and helpful, especially for a Leader, but something about him was still strange.
"Thirsty?" Philip offered and handed her the clear plastic cup of water. She looked down at it and took it. What else was she supposed to do?
When she took it, she realized just how hot she was so she took a sip and drank it until it was gone. Philip gave her a little smile. "So what was it that you wanted, Governor?" she tried to stay as civilized and polite as she possibly could, but it wouldn't last. The man before her put both hands in the pockets of his hunting pants and continued their walk.
"I must admit Michonne, that you know what you are doin' in this world, and that's why there are so many folk here, they need me, but you, you definitely don't," he admitted so nonchalantly, keeping his direction ahead while Michonne had been the one staring.
His words hit her in a weird way. She knew damn well she didn't need him and neither did Andrea, but something about the way he talks to her, interacts with only her is almost different from the others. Maybe she liked it?
Once they stopped and the Governor reached his destination, he invited the woman inside. Michonne was totally dumb founded. Hours ago he was going on about how sneaky she was, messing around in his personal things, but now he was inviting her inside. This time she knew not to mess shit up. When they entered the building and he closed the door carefully, Philip went straight for the alcohol. Michonne watched him pour two glasses of whatever and he came back and handed her a glass.
"This is strange I know, but you can be great help for this town, I see how you interact with some of the children, you are a little quiet and that's perfectly fine," he began, sitting at the very edge of his desk, while sipping from his glass.
Michonne didn't know what the hell to say besides 'fuck you'. She set her glass down beside the man and stared at him without thinking much about it.
"I want to leave," she told the man before her, crossing her arms across her chest. The Governor looked down at his feet and smiled up at her. "I will hate to see you go, but I won't force you, just remember that," he explained to her and drank down the last of his booze. The Governor stood up, took both of the glasses and set them down near the sink. Michonne was careful not to be snoopy but she couldn't help but let her eyes wander a bit.
"You would be great for us Michonne, we need a woman with your kind of skill and abilities," he was still going on about it and she was still sighing to herself. His words though were almost making her rethink her decision. She knew how capable she was of doing something, but she didn't think of herself as being above anyone else.
She stood there in silence before his desk and watched him from the kitchen. "You must like the sound of your own voice, Governor, I am not staying here," she finally acknowledged him and that's when she heard a chuckle escape his lips.
"Not really, but I would greatly appreciate it if you stayed at least one more day, just to think things over, it would be a shame if you changed your mind after leavin' us," he turned around, gazing across the room at her, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. Michonne was just about to leave when his door came open and Merle, that dirty bastard came walking in. The Governor was ready for his lips to flap but Michonne wasn't.
"It must be my lucky day," the redneck teased and gave her another once over.
The Governor stood before them to break away any tension before it rose with a smile. "I will walk Michonne out, and you can inform me of the news when I return," he said to Merle who gladly helped himself to some of the Governor's liquor. He nodded in return and the two left.
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