[color=39b54a]Rick couldn't help but smile a little. He wouldn't have to twist her arm anymore to convince her that he wanted to go. "I promise." He said as if it would be nuts to [i]not[/i] be careful. Probably because it was. None of ours are dying any time soon, so don't you worry." He gave her back another rub.[/color]

Daryl. Daryl. [i]Daryl.[/i] This had nothing to do with Daryl, yet the name struck Merle. "Look. I don't care what you do, but you leave him out of it, you understand? If he gets hurt, I will kill every fucking one of you." He growled and left. He knew he had been harsh, but sometimes he felt like he had to be.

[color=fff200]"I hate walkers." Was all she said. She really did hate them. They made her hate the Governor more. His sick game. His sick attitude. His sick [i]mind.[/i] She was tired of it, but she wasn't about to pour her heart out to Milton. She knew he would likely tell the Governor everything.[/color]