𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚗 ☼ 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚕 𝙳𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚗

ᴠɪ. ʜᴀɴᴅʙᴀɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʟᴀᴅʀᴀɢꜱ

You watched as Daryl rode out of the open gates of the farm and waved him off. You'd circled some more places on the map for him to check before he'd left, thinking that he'd cover more ground if he went alone - instead of having you slow him down despite your best attempts to keep up. You'd asked Maggie if you could go with her and Glenn on the supply run, earlier that morning. You felt a bit awkward imposing on their time together but you wanted to get some experience outside of the farm, and see if you could scavenge a few items while you were there.

Maggie assured you that she didn't mind and you thanked her before prying into the relationship she had with Glenn. You liked Maggie and the two of you got along well together, so she took it in jest when you teased her, making small comments and wiggling your eyebrows as she got flustered.

You also thought that Glenn was a good man, and had recently found yourself joking with him and laughing at his sarcastic remarks, too. You had a suspicion that the rest of the group had started to catch on, and wondered what Maggie's father had to say about the two of them.

Part of you had always been interested in other people like that. You found yourself invested in the couple and the relationships of the other group members like you were the one involved. When you talked to Maggie, it felt like you were catching up with an old friend, giggling with one another like school girls back in the old world. It was a nice reprieve, but you wondered if you were just fooling yourself.

"Hey, stranger." Maggie greeted, as you met them outside the stable. She held her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun.

"Howdy, m'lady." You replied in your best Southern accent. Glenn laughed as he stood, holding onto the reins of the two horses he'd led out of the stable. "Just checking you're ok with me coming, again." You looked over at the two of them.

"Fine by me." Glenn said, but you had a feeling that he cursed you a little in his mind when he'd heard.

You brought your knife with you, in your satchel. Maggie had assured you that you probably wouldn't need it, since she'd gone into town alone a number of times safely. Yet, you still felt sick at the prospect of having to.

"You're with me." Maggie spoke to you, gesturing the smaller horse behind her. "Can ride better than Glenn, so you'll be safe." She grinned, shooting a wink at the man. Glenn shrugged in response, not having any defense.

"You sure?" You asked, suddenly reminded of your inadequacy.

Here you were, having to catch a ride with the farmer's daughter because your sheltered British background hadn't quite prepared you for a reenactment of 'High Noon.'

"I could ride by myself, don't want to bother you."

It was a bluff and both of you knew it. Maggie snorted and you suddenly found yourself unable to keep a straight face.

"You forgettin' that I saw you on your way out with Daryl the other day?" She smiled widely, raising an eyebrow. "Been thinkin' 'bout it since. Has me laughin' at least once a day."

You stood awkwardly, having to agree with her. She was right, you had to admit. Glenn shot you a questioning look as Maggie went on.

"Should've seen her, Glenn." She snorted again, hitting his back before wiping the corners of her eyes. "Like a terrified vision in white. Looked like a piece of paper wobblin' in the wind."

"Enough!" You shrieked, mortified. If you had to listen to one more insult you were afraid you might die of embarrassment. You slapped your hands to your face as the two laughed together at you. "My strengths lie in other places!" You yelled in defense, pointing your finger.