MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【27】

As Glenn appears in the doorway of Beth and I'd cell, Beth leaves. It's only quiet for a few seconds before Glenn finally speaks up.

"We should talk."

"Do you want to or do you feel like you're obligated to?" I ask, not picking my head up from my pillow.

"What does that mean?" he frowns.

"Back at the car, you were only mean and cold. Now, I've told you what I did and suddenly you want to talk. Are you going to get mad again?"

"It's not that I was mad," he shakes his head, "Things have just been.. Difficult."

He steps further in, leaning his back against the wall where I could see him better from my spot on my top bunk.

"Losing the people we did, the Merle situation that became the Woodbury situation, Daryl leaving, those new people, Rick going crazy means I'm in charge now.. It's been a lot and I haven't been the brother I should be.. The boyfriend, either. You and Maggie relied on me and I let you both down."

"So," he sighs, "That's what I'm trying to do now. Can you please talk to me about everything so I know how you're doing?"

My mind somehow began racing and refused to work all at once- like my system was short circuiting.

"I want to go to sleep," I settle on saying- sleeping was easier than placing my brain on one thought I didn't even want to talk about.

"Hana, please," he begs.

I roll over, turning my back to him and facing the wall, pulling my headphones over my ears. I didn't push play to my music, so I could hear Glenn sigh again before walking out. Silent tears roll down my face and I bury my face in my pillow to block any noise from escaping.

--

"Hey," Maggie greets as I walk out of my cell, "Get any sleep or are you like me?"

"Maybe a couple hours," I answer, grabbing a bottle of water.

She places the baby in her bed, giving her a once over before sitting down at the table, "Yeah, I think Judith wins in the sleep game."

"Judith?" I repeat.

"You didn't hear? Carl named the baby 'Judith'," she nods over to the basket.

"No, I.." I sigh, "I've just been.."

"I know," she comforts, "I just found out today, too."

My words fall short, staring at the top of my bottle in my hands.

"How are you holding up? Or did I just sound too much like Glenn and my dad?" she wonders.

"A little," I huff, "They try getting to you?"

"Yeah," Maggie frowns, "But, I.. I'm just not ready."

She glances to me, biting her lip before asking, "Are you?"

"Am I what?" I ask.

"Ready to talk. If Glenn is too much or you don't want the pep talk from my dad, you know you can talk to me, right? If not everything, at least the pieces you are ready to talk about- it doesn't have to be all at once."

I pull my lips tight, rubbing them together in thought as I now pick at the bottle cap with my fingertip.

"I thought I was doing better after spending time with Rick clearing out those walkers. But, now I don't even want to be in the same room as him," I start.