Secrets Untold. (Maggie x fem!reader)

Chapter 22: Slammer Time

By sunset, with the help of Daryl, Rick and Glenn, the cell block was cleared and all the bodies were piled outside, ready to be burned tomorrow. I watched them as they went in and out all day dragging bodies, making sure there wasn't another incident like earlier.

When they were done, everyone came into the cell block and picked a cell to use. There were still some bloodstains dotted about the place, but since I was injured again and couldn't help out clear more walkers tomorrow, I'll just clean the block.

I picked a cell on the top floor, which had bunk beds, a table and some drawers. It was close to the perch, which Daryl had decided he'd stay in, since he wasn't too keen on being locked up.

I was setting my stuff down and placed my new sniper besides the lower bunk. I heard footsteps approach me and my cell door creek open. I turned to look and Maggie was leaning in the doorway.

"Daryl found these in a cell. Can't stitch you up right now, but he says these are good antibiotics." She said, throwing me a bottle of pills. I caught them and looked at them. I let out a dry laugh and placed them on the drawer.
"Yeah, high class. My friend used to... Nevermind, don't matter no more."

We stayed silent for a few seconds. I turned from the drawer and looked to her.
"Anything else you want?"
She crossed her arms and looked down.
"...Thanks. For earlier."
I shook my head.
"You don't need to thank me for that. You never need to. I'll always help you, Mags." I said softly.
"I wish you didn't. You almost died."

I walked over to her and placed my hands on her arms, rubbing them.
"It wasn't your fault, if that's what you're thinking. I wasn't paying attention, that's all."

She looked into my eyes, her face stern. She pulled me into an embrace, her arms wrapped around my neck. She rested her head on my shoulder, her lips grazing my ear and she began to whisper.

"You're such an idiot. Everytime, everytime, something happens you come running. You don't care what's in front of you. You always put your life on the line."

I wrapped my arms around her tightly.
"Maggie. I couldn't just sit there when I heard you scream." I whispered.
She pulled back and looked me in the eyes again.
"What if you died in front of me!? I couldn't do anything! I just had to watch as you struggled!" She whisper yelled.
She pushed my shoulder, though she was careful of my injuries.
"I can't lose you! I can't bare that! I don't, you're..." She began to mumble.

I bit my lip and placed my hands on her face, cupping her cheeks, making her face me. My heart began to race, it beat so loud I could hardly hear myself think.

"Maggie. I can't bare to lose you either. When I saw you pinned down...all I could think of in that moment was saving you. You mean too much to me, to lose you." I said softly.

We stared at each other for a few seconds. The air felt so thick, I could barely breath. The words that left my mouth echoed in my head. I began to panic. What did I just say? What was I doing? I can't...

No, no. I shouldn't care this much about people. I knew that. When the world ended it was one of the very first rules I made. Caring would get you hurt, get you killed, yet here I was, caring. What was I doing here? I should have left long ago.

I backed away from Maggie and her face fell. I felt my heart ache when I saw the frown on her face, but I ignored it. I needed to leave. I needed to, before my feelings got me killed. I threw away my feelings at the start and only used my head, I wasn't about to start using them now.

"I mean, you're important to the group. We, couldn't bare losing you." I corrected, looking away.
I heard her shuffle her feet.
"Oh, of course. That's what I meant too. You're important...to the group." She mumbled.
She walked further into the cell, but I stopped her.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Thought we should share a cell. You'd cause trouble otherwise." She smirked.

I felt my heart twist and turn. On one hand I didn't want to reject her, but on the other, I knew these feelings would be the death of me. I took a breath and swallowed my feelings down, trying to think clearly.

"I think I'll stay alone." I said quietly.
She raised her brow at me.
"You think I'd allow that? After everything?"
I rolled my eyes.
"Come on, I don't need to be babysat."
She shook her head and threw her gun and belt onto the top bunk.
"I'm staying, like it or not."
She then walked out the cell, to presumably get her things from the cars.

I sat down on my bed and held my head in my hands, wincing slightly when a sharp pain went through my stomach. I sighed and laid back, looking up to the top bunk.

I needed to leave. But I couldn't do it now, not in my current state. I wouldn't get far with a gunshot wound, especially since it's been reopened. I just needed to rest and heal up, the quicker I did, the quicker I could leave, and the quicker I could leave all this trouble behind.

My head felt like a whirlpool. All of my thoughts, my feelings, seemed to contradict themselves. I knew I shouldn't mix with people, but I did. I knew I shouldn't care for people, but I did. I knew I shouldn't have stayed with them...but I did. I should have known better. I should know better. I knew what caring and mixing with people did, how it ended up...

I wasn't going to repeat what happened with her, not again...

I'm not stupid enough to fall for it a second time.