trigger warning: this chapter will contain that scene between maggie and the governor when she's captive in woodbury. please don't read if scenes like that can be triggering for you.
it starts immediately after glenn kills the walker and goes to the end of the chapter. i intentionally made this chapter shorter than all the rest so that readers who choose not to read that scene won't miss anything important to the rest of the storyline.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Andie groans as she starts to wake up, her head pounding. It's dim in the room that she's in, but there's enough light that she can see her surroundings — there's a table in front of her, and she's restrained in a metal chair. That's the only thing in the room; three walls appear to be some kind of sheet metal, including the wall with the door, and the wall behind her is brick.

Her mind's foggy and she's having a hard time pushing past the confusion to remember what exactly happened to land her here. She and Glenn were at a store called Southern Discount, and she snapped the chain with plyers. It was a mess, but it looked like the chain had kept the walkers from getting inside the store.

Glenn had found a bunch of powdered formula inside, and she was toying with a rubber duck that she'd found on the ground. He found quite a bit that they were gonna take back to the group for everyone; they were both in a good mood. Andie asked to find a toy store to see if she could find anything else for the baby, and Glenn thought it was adorable.

Then there was a voice, a man had snuck up on them.

Andie was angry that she'd let her guard down while she and Glenn were bickering, but her anger melted into confusion when Glenn recognized the man. He called him a name, one that she knew. She didn't know his face, but she'd heard his name before.

Merle... Daryl's older brother.

Glenn didn't lower his gun, so neither did Andie. None of it made any sense to her. Daryl had been wanting to know that his brother was alive; he didn't have any answers, and she knew how much it ate at him.

She can't remember any of the conversation that followed, but then there was some kind of a struggle. Merle knocked her out cold, and that's the last thing that she remembers. She passed out on the hot asphalt.

That same voice from before catches Andie's attention, and she turns her head to the right. The two men are in a room next to hers, and Merle's trying to antagonize Glenn. He clearly thinks that he and Andie are together since Glenn tried to protect her back at that store. But regardless of the relationship they have, Merle threatening Andie in any way is clearly getting under Glenn's skin.

He still won't give Merle the information that he's asking for, so he starts beating Glenn. She can hear the impact with each punch, and she starts pulling on the ropes that are binding her to the chair, but she can't get them loose.

Andie has to sit there and listen to Merle beat Glenn, and her jaw tightens as she squeezes her eyes shut and drops her head. Her fists are clenched tight as she pulls on the ropes, but it's no use at all. Even flattening her hands and trying to slip them out that way doesn't help. She just turns the skin around her wrists raw with rope burn.

Things finally quiet down in the other room before the chaos rears up again, even worse now than before. There's a walker in the room with Glenn, and he's trying to save himself from being eaten alive by the hungry corpse. Things bang around, and it sounds like a table flips. More banging, and then a brief silence.

Andie's afraid that the walker got Glenn until she hears him scream. But he's not in pain, it's anger. It's been a long time since she's heard a scream filled with that kind of rage.

Silence falls after that, and it makes her incredibly uneasy. She has no way of knowing how much time is passing, and then the door across from her opens.

An unfamiliar man enters the room before shutting the door behind him, and he walks forward a few steps without a word. She grinds her teeth as he pulls a hunting knife off of his belt, then he walks over and cuts the rope keeping her tied down. He walks around her as she rubs her sore wrists, then he stops after pulling out the chair across from her.

"May I?" He asks, looking back at the brunette, but she doesn't respond. He sits as she crosses her arms over her chest. "We'll take you back to your people, explain this was all just a misunderstanding. You tell us where they are, and we'll drive you there."

"Do you think I'm naïve, or just plain stupid?" Andie asks, her dark eyes narrowing. "It's a misunderstanding that your little buddy just beat the holy hell out of Glenn before sticking a walker in the room with him? Go fuck yourself."

"Your people handcuffed my man to a roof, forced him to amputate his own hand." He tells her, but she doesn't react. "It sounds to me like your people are the dangerous ones."

"I'd never seen Merle before he pistol-whipped me, knocked me out cold." She says. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You just tell us where they are and we'll bring them here." He says. "You'll be safe, I promise."

"You can give us back our car and we'll go back to where that psychopath doesn't live." She counters. "We'll be safe, I promise." The brunette says, and he smirks, but she can see his patience running thin.

"Let's try something else." He stares at her for a moment. "Stand up please."

Andie sits there with her arms crossed over her chest. He can't read her face, and it's wearing on his last nerve. He can't tell if she's scared, angry, tired... All he sees is stubborn insubordination.

"Stand up or I'll bring Glenn's hand in here." The man says, and her jaw tightens as she glares at him.

The brunette places her hands on her knees as she then stands up. The chair squeals across the concrete as her chair's pushed back by her legs. She stands there, still stone-faced.

"Take off your shirt."

"Fuck you." Andie says, and now her anger's showing through. He can hear it in her voice.

Without another word, the man stands up as well. She watches him, waiting to see his next move. But instead of moving toward her like she thought he was going to, he then turns toward the door.

"Don't touch him!" She snarls, and he smirks as he looks back at her.

The man stands there, clearly waiting for her to do as he asked. Reluctantly, Andie pulls her arm through her sleeve before removing her shirt completely, then she drops it to the floor at her feet. He smiles as he watches her anger rise.

"Go on." He tells her, and her teeth grind.

The brunette reaches up and undoes the clasp on her bra before dropping it to the floor as well, then she uses her hands to cover herself. She crosses her arms over her chest, and he removes his belt as he slowly starts toward her. He sets the belt on the table, leaving his weapons out of reach.

He stops at her side, moving the chair away from them, and Andie stares forward as he looks down at her. He can see the tension in her jaw as the anger on her face grows, but fear quickly mixes in when he reaches up and moves her dark hair over her shoulder.

The man then runs his fingertips up her back before grabbing her by the back of the neck and slamming her down on the wooden table. It's cold as she presses her palms down on the tabletop, but she refuses to beg him not to do anything to her. She won't give him the satisfaction of showing any weakness that he can exploit.

"You're not gonna talk?" He asks as he leans over her.

"Go to hell." Is all she says.

He strokes her hair as he presses himself up against her, now standing up straight. He stays there a moment longer, waiting to see if she'll break. When she doesn't say or do anything more, he moves away from her, picking up her discarded clothes from the floor and then walks out of the room with them.