Summary: Set in S3E “This Sorrowful Life.” What if “Welcome To The Tombs” had been the previous episode? What if Andrea had escaped? What if she hadn’t been bitten, but did get hurt? What if Merle had seen her and had to choose whether or not to help her?
It was a beautiful day, as Andrea walked alone, loaded hand gun in its holster, knife in one hand, trees surrounding her, her destination being the prison. And as she did, she stayed silent, making as little noise as possible, as to not alert any walkers that may be lurking close by. Finding that there weren’t any nearby yet though, she put her knife back where it belonged.
Suddenly, as she started to not feel that well, but knowing walker Milton hadn’t bitten her, she started hearing loud music and followed it. And when she did, it didn’t take her long to find the source. Someone, she couldn’t see who, was inside a car with a bottle of whiskey, walkers all around, trying to get inside. Then, as she started to feel even weaker, she leaned against the tree to her right, which was closest to her. Despite what she felt, though, she grabbed her gun and started to shoot the walkers dead whom were blocking the windshield. And when she finished, she saw that it was Merle Dixon. She then put her gun away.
Merle Dixon stopped laughing and drinking a bottle of whiskey, when he saw Andrea and realized she was hurt. He didn’t know how bad it was, but it was bad enough the way she looked from a distance, that he made up his mind. As quickly as he could, he sped the car towards where the Governor and his people were at, before jumping out. He then headed over to Andrea.
As her vision blurred, she saw Merle in front of her with, once in his life, a worried face for her.
“Andrea,” he said, for once in his life, using her name instead of calling her Blondie.
“Merle?” she softly questioned.
As her vision blurred even more, she slid down the trunk of the tree to sit down.
He knelt in front of her and looked at her, assessing how bad it was. He didn’t see any wounds on her, but she did look pale and weak.
“What happened?” he asked her.
“The Governor. He tied me up in an execution chair in that room you had Glenn at and left me there for a few days. Milton wouldn’t kill me like The Governor wanted him to, so The Governor killed him so that he’d turn and kill me, instead. I escaped, though.”
“Why would he want you dead?”
“Because I was trying to go back to the prison where I belong.”
Merle was even more mad at The Governor now more than ever.
Andrea’s vision started to go black.
“I’ll take you home,” he told her, before she blacked out.
He gently picked her up in his arms and started to walk the route to the prison.
The next day, when Andrea came to, Merle knew that she would be okay. So everybody lived as happily ever after as they could. After all, they were still in the middle of the apocalypse.
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