MAKNAE [twd] *editing*

【36】

The plan made, thanks to Merle's sacrifice to buy us time, was more to chase the Woodbury soldiers out rather than kill all of them at once. Protect home, not get anyone killed in the crossfire.

"And my spot is.. where?" I ask.

"How nice of you to ask," Glenn grins, "You'll be with Hershel, Beth, Carl, and Judith."

"Hiding in the woods?"

"Hiding in the car to be more accurate. If Hershel tells me that you left the car, then I will lock you in a cell," he threatens, "Consider this your time out as you're grounded until further notice."

"But-"

"It's a losing battle," Taeyang warns, "I wouldn't push him."

"And where will you be?" I ask, motioning to him.

"With Daryl and Carol in the main block," he answers, crossing his arms.

"He got shot and you're letting him out there?" I ask, protective and offended.

"You got what?" Glenn asks, turning to face Taeyang.

Taeyang pulls the collar of his shirt down, showing the bandages on his shoulder.

"Then, you can't be there either," Glenn shakes his head.

"Rick is the one that put me there. And he knows," Taeyang shrugs, "I'm fine. Really."

"Can you even shoot?" I question.

"Good thing I'm right handed, then, huh?"

"God, you're annoying," I frown.

Taeyang laughs, nudging my arm, "Says the one that can't even hold a gun."

I look to my injured hand before easing it behind my back, "Shut it."

"Okay, children. Stop arguing and get ready," Glenn chuckles.

"You got it, hyung," Taeyang nods, causing Glenn to smile.

"Since when did you become so bossy, oppa?" I wonder.

"Since I became your boss," he bops his finger against my nose.

"And Maggie is your boss?" I figure.

"That is correct."

--

Lounging in the car beside Judith's crate was so quiet compared to the gunfire heard from below.

"I don't think we've met properly," I tell the baby, "I'm Hana. It's nice to meet you."

She coos, playing with the sleeves of the outfit Beth dressed her in.

"I like music, baseball, and.. well, I don't know what else. I would say swimming, but there's no water around. Then again, the closest thing to baseball I have now is my own bat and.. not baseballs."

"You know, you're dad is the one that fixed my bat? I think if I tried to hit a baseball with it now, it would split in half. Not quite a homerun, but I think I'd win the game. Or it would be breaking the rules. Either way, it would be cool.."

"Your dad is cool. He has his moments, but he always comes back around. Saves people. Leads people. You're lucky to have him."

Judith makes a gurgling noise before biting down on her sleeve and I feel my chest shake with a laugh.

"You don't talk much, do you?" I wonder, reaching to tickle her stomach, "Huh?"

"Are you that bored?" Beth asks, peeking her head in the window.