#aureliaoctwd

Aurelia just got done being sick with whatever was going around the prison, finally being able to walk outside and feel the nice sun and fresh air in her skin. She let out a long sigh letting whatever build up she had in her out finally being able to breathe.

Seeing everyone slowly healing and feeling better made her feel relaxed and relieved and she has thanked Hershel, Bob, and the group that went out for the medicine for all they did for her and the group. She made her way over to Hershel, Daryl and Tyreese, joining the conversation.

“How’s Glenn doing?” Tyreese said

“He made it through the night, He’s breathing on his own now. Maggie and Bob are with him, He seems stable enough for me and Aurelia to get some air.” Hershel said

“He’s a tough son a bitch.” Daryl said

“He is.” Aurelia says shaking her head

“You’re both tough son’s a bitches.” Daryl said pointing his hand at ur bodies.

“I am.” Hershel says while walking away going towards Michonne to talk to her.

“What about Carol? She’s up in A block with Lizzy?” Daryl says turning to Aurelia.

“No. Talk to Rick about her.” Looking towards Daryl with ur hand blocking the sun to see his face of worry.

“She’s okay, just talk to him.” you say reassuring him, looking at your feet and turning around going towards Michonne.

You see Michonne loading up dead walkers

in a buggy and walked over greeting her with a heartwarming smile ready to help, Michonne returning the small gesture helping her pick up the walker and throwing it in the back.

Finishing up with the last of the walkers, Michonne shutting the back of the buggy while giving you a nod of great fullness.

“You heading out now?” smiling after all you’re hard work.

“You want to come?” Michonne said while heading towards the Drivers side smiling.

“Hell yeah.” Opening the passenger side door and hopping in.

The gates were opened and you and Michonne headed behind the prison into the woods where the walker burning pile was. After dumping all the walkers into a pile and pouring gasoline all on the dead corpse Michonne lights a makeshift torch and throws it into the pile putting all the walkers on fire. Feeling the hot air on your skin makes you back up into someone’s body making you turn around grabbing your gun and every thing goes black….

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Michonne nudging your side “Aurelia, wake up.” she whispered.

The bright sun poured through the rv’s windows trying to fixate your eyes seeing Michonne next to you tied up. The Governor walkes into the rv sitting down on the chair, Aurelia exchanged determined glances with Michonne.

Michonne’s voice was steady, fierce. “I’m gonna kill you.”

He takes a sip of his whiskey “No you’re not.”

Michonne turns towards the Governor “ i’m gonna take my blade and-.

Aurelia shushing Michonne trying not to make things go worse than it already is. She tries reasonings with him, saying Rick agreed with sharing the prison but it just seemed like he was ignoring her.

Aurelia’s hand brushed against the hidden blade in her sleeve, fingers trembling just slightly with the weight of the moment. With careful precision born from countless battles, she began to saw quietly at the ropes binding her wrists. The coarse fibers frayed and snapped, and soon she was free. She moved swiftly to Michonne handing the knife over to her and she startsworking on her restraints with the same focused determination.

The Governor’s smug grin, so full of cruel confidence, suddenly faltered as Aurelia lunged forward, the blade catching the sunlight and glinting sharply. The rv’s cramped interior became a chaotic battlefield. He fought back fiercely, swinging wildly, trying to keep control. The two women ducked and dodged, their movements fluid and desperate, crashing against the metal walls of the rv.

But Aurelia’s resolve was unbreakable. She managed to pin him down on the floor, her strength fueled by anger, thinking of what all he did to Daryl, Merle, Rick, and the rest of her family. The Governor struggled beneath her, screaming in rage and pain, but she kept her grip firm. With a swift, merciless motion, she drove the knife through his heart, he starts gurgling blood into his mouth. Diving the blade even further into him silencing him instantly. His screams turned to a silence as he crumpled, stunned and defeated.

Breathing heavily, Aurelia looked to Michonne, who nodded grimly. They had won this fight, but the danger was far from over. The rv’s engine still hummed, and outside, the world awaited their next move.

Aurelia and Michonne start searching the rv trying to find weapons ready for whatever is outside waiting for them, her and Michonnes back turned from the the rv door searching the cabinets Aurelia felt something cold and hard at the back of her head, turning towards her side seeing Michonne take her blade out ready to kill whoever is behind her a gun takes the back of her head.

“Drop your weapons.” The mysterious woman says, her voice shaking. Aurelia taking a moment staying still taking in what’s happening

“NOW!” she says cocking there gun and shoving it more into her head, Aurelia finally dropping her knife in defeat. “Now turn around, I wanna see your faces.”

The tension in the van thickens as you and Michonne slowly turn to face the brunette girl with blue, teary eyes, gun steady against your skull. Aurelia’s anger flares, but she holds herself still, aware that any sudden move could be fatal. To her right, the other girl presses her gun into Michonne’s temple, her brown eyes sharp and unyielding.

Behind them the child with blond hair clutches a pink koala, her small frame trembling as she silently catches the tears streaming down her mother’s face.

Then, the fragile silence shatters. The little girl, overwhelmed by grief, turns away and collapses to the floor. Her sobs echo through the rv as she crawls toward the Governor’s lifeless body, wrapping her arms tightly around him and screaming into his chest. The raw pain in her cries fills the space.

In that moment, Aurelia’s mind races. She knows this is a fleeting chance. Slowly, carefully, she shifts her weight, inching toward Michonne, signaling her to stay calm and ready. The delicate balance of fear, anger, and sorrow hangs in the air, and every second counts.

Seeing the Governor wake up from the dead he clings onto the little girl and takes a bite into her neck, making the little girl scream in pain. Both of the woman with guns turn around forgetting about the two infront of them. Both of them screaming shooting over and over again at the Governor wasting all of their bullets.

Michonne was the first to move picking up her sword and pinning it to the back of the brown eyed brunette shortly after Aurelia doing the same.

“Both of you drop your weapons.” Aurelia says pointing the sharp blade into the blue eyes back.

The blue eyed woman screaming turning around quickly and trying to shoot Aurelia, but nothing coming out all her bullets went into the Governor. The blue eyes woman giving up she ran to the little girl to confront her, The whole family was crying. The brown eyed woman dropped her gun accepting the defeat dropping her head.

Michonne and Aurelia sprinted out of the rv, their footsteps pounding against the gravel ground as they left that harrowing scene far behind. The glaring sun beat down harshly overhead, making the air shimmer with heat.

“THERE!” Michonne says. Without hesitation, they dashed toward one of the cars the group had left behind, a worn but reliable vehicle that promised a chance to escape the chaos. They jumped in quickly, slamming the doors shut and pressing down hard on the gas pedal. The engine roared to life, echoing their urgency as they sped away, tires kicking up clouds of dust.

Aurelia’s heart raced as they tore down the road, the prison being in the distance like a beacon of hope and safety. Every second counted as she pushed the car to its limits, The sun’s harsh light reflected off the windshield. With every mile closer to the prison, she felt a flicker of relief, knowing that they were safe never having to worry about the Governor ever again.

Finally making it back to the prison seeing Rick and Carl outside, Aurelia got out of the divers seat and walked towards Rick smiling.

“Rick, I have an update it’s about the Governor. We need to call a meeting.” Rick nodding and sending Carl off to let everyone know about the meeting later.

Rick reply’s “Alright, tell me everything you know. We’ll get everyone together and figure out our next move.” He says while turning around to walking away.

Aurelia chuckled softly, glancing over at Michonne. “That’s just it he’s already dead.”

Rick stops abruptly, his eyes locking onto yours and Michonne’s with a steely intensity. “is that true?” he says turning back around.

Aurelia steps forward, her voice steady but carrying a weight of urgency. “It’s true, Rick. He took us when we were burning walker body’s and tied us up in his rv, the only choice I had was to kill him.”

Michonne nods, her expression serious. “We need to use this time to strengthen our defenses and make sure the group is united. If the Governor’s dead, whoever’s left might try to take control, or worse, come back with something we don’t expect.”

Aurelia adds, “This isn’t just about surviving anymore. It’s about being ready for whatever is next from these people.”

—

An hour later, the entire group had gathered in the council room, the atmosphere thick with tension and urgency. Rick stood at the front, his voice steady but firm as he addressed everyone. “The Governor is dead,” he began, “but that doesn’t mean his people are gone. They’re still out there, and we can’t afford to waste any time. We need to be prepared for whatever comes next.”

He paused, scanning the room to make sure everyone was absorbing the gravity of the situation. “We’re going to have to teach everyone how to defend themselves, how to use weapons, knives, anything that can keep us safe. This isn’t just about survival anymore it’s about making sure each of us can stand our ground.”

As Rick spoke, you couldn’t help but look around the room, searching for Daryl. As usual, he was nowhere to be found. His absence was noticeable, especially now when every hand was needed on deck. You wondered where he might be out scouting, or maybe dealing with something on his own. Either way, it left a gap in the group’s strength. Rick’s words continued to hang in the air, and the weight of the situation settled over everyone.

—

After the groups were organized and training schedules set, you made your way to Rick, hoping to find out if he had any idea where Daryl had gone.

Rick looked up from the map he was studying and said, “Daryl took off when Merle went missing and hour ago on foot.”

Aurelia, knowing Daryl’s fierce loyalty and how he would never leave his brother behind, decided she couldn’t wait for others to find them. She grabbed the keys to the car one they had used earlier for scouting and set out alone, hoping to track down Daryl and Merle before the situation spiraled further out of control.

The dusty road stretched endlessly under the relentless sun as Aurelia drove carefully, scanning the horizon for any sign of them. The heat shimmered off the cracked earth, but she pressed on, her determination unwavering. After what felt like hours, she finally spotted Daryl in the distance, standing where the Governors people took camp.

His face was etched with deep sorrow, the usual tough, guarded expression replaced by raw grief. Behind him stood Merle, but something was terribly wrong, Merle had become a walker, his eyes vacant and movements slow and unnatural. Daryl’s body trembled, pushing him away every time he got close to him. Daryl couldn’t hold it in anymore crying while watching his brother try to eat him. His hands gripped his knife tightly, and stabbed his brother over, and over, and over, and over, screaming out struggling to hold himself together as he fell to the ground crying feeling all alone.

Aurelia pulled the car to a stop a short distance away, her heart pounding in her chest. She stepped out quietly, her boots crunching softly on the gravel as she approached the scene. There, on the dusty ground, lay Merle motionless, lifeless. Tears welled up in her eyes despite the complicated feelings she held for him. She had never liked Merle much, but he was still family, and more than that, he was the brother of the man she loved. The weight of the loss settled heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

She didn’t speak or ask any questions, sensing that words would only shatter the fragile moment. Instead, she remained silent, giving space to the grief that hung thick in the air. Slowly, she reached out to Daryl, her hand trembling slightly as she offered what little comfort she could. She could see the pain etched deep into his face, the way his body seemed to sag under the unbearable weight of sorrow.

Daryl finally gave in, collapsing to the ground beside Merle, letting himself be vulnerable for the first time in a long while. He leaned into Aurelia’s presence, taking in the warmth and reassurance she offered without a word.