Secrets Untold. (Maggie x fem!reader)

Chapter 26: Settling

The next few days passed by in a blur. I was confined to the cell block due to my injuries, whilst everyone else explored and cleared the prison. I spent my days keeping stock of supplies and teaching Hershel to walk with his new leg.

Luckily, the prisoners made no problems for us, the only time they did, was when Axel complained about the smell of their cell block but that was it. We rarely saw them, as after their little incident, Rick had banned them from coming near our block.

Hershel woke up the day after I made him his leg. He was rather weak from the loss of blood and lack of food, but other than that, he was just fine. A while after Hershel woke up, I fitted his new peg leg onto him so he could still walk around, despite his amputated limb. Then both Beth and I looked after him.

Today was the day Rick and Daryl were going to bring back a few animals from Hershel's farm. Hershel had told Rick that the ground in the courtyard was perfect for farming, which sparked the idea of getting animals and farm tools to really turn the prison into a lasting safe haven.

The plus to sitting on your ass doing nothing, was that you had a lot of time on your hands. I spent my spare time looking through all the documents in the guards booth and found a county map. I found out that Hershel's farm wasn't actually too far from the prison, an hour or two at most. Once I told Rick, that secured the idea of rescuing some animals and bringing them here to raise. It also helped with deciding where to go for supply runs and giving us a good idea of our surroundings.

Rick and Daryl left early in the morning. Glenn and I were finishing off the pen we had been building over the past few days and Hershel, Beth and Maggie were tilling the land ready to sow seeds. Carol was busy too, she was trying to make a tap in the ground leading to a river nearby, so we had a clean water source.

T-Dog came over to me and Glenn as we were working.
"Hey, y/n, why don't you take a break. I'll help Glenn finish off the pen" He offered.
I shook my head.
"I'm fine. If I can't help clear the prison and do runs, I have to help somehow."
Glenn rested on the fence.
"Don't overdo it. Your stitches have just started to heal. I don't want Maggie to kill me in my sleep." He joked
I snorted and stopped working.
"She is pretty scary when she's mad, huh?"

T-Dog chuckled and took the hammer off of me, taking over my job.
"Very, especially when it comes to you. So, just let me do it" He said.
I leaned my back on the fence and crossed my arms.
"What do you mean? She's bossy in general."
Glenn and T-Dog exchanged a look.
"Are you kidding!?" Glenn asked.
I stared at him confused and T-Dog chuckled.
"You remember the day I let you out right? To get that branch?" Glenn asked.

I looked away, feeling my ears grow hot. If there was any day I remembered, it would be that day. The memory of Maggie's lips on mine replayed in my mind....

I shook the thought off and looked back to Glenn.
"Yeah?"
"The day after she went totally crazy! Chewed me out about how I shouldn't have let you go out alone like that. You know, now I think about it...I'm pretty sure she slapped me..." He said, looking up to the sky, trying to remember.
T-Dog and I laughed.
"That does sound like Maggie.." I sighed.

T-Dog then decided to share a story.
"Oh man, you should've seen the time she yelled at me cause y/n popped her stitches."
I turned to T-Dog.
"You mean the first day here?"
He nodded, hammering in a nail.
"Oh man, I forgot about that. There's no way she let you off" Glenn said.
T-Dog chuckled and shook his head.
"The very moment she got me alone I got put in my place."
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yeah. You may have got a slap Glenn, but I did get one. Two in fact. Both cheeks."
"No way!" Glenn gasped
"Uh huh."

I was about to speak up when T-Dog nudged my arm and nodded behind me.
"Speak of the devil.."
Glenn sniggered.
I heard footsteps behind me.
"What's so funny?" Maggie asked.
"Nothing...nothing..." Said Glenn.
"Swapping war stories" I joked.
That comment made T-Dog and Glenn snigger like high-school girls and though I wasn't looking at Maggie, I could practically sense her eye roll.

I felt her hands on my shoulders and felt her head peek over my shoulder.
"Who did this fence?" She asked, looking to the one I was leaning on.
I turned to her and placed my hands on my hips.
"Me"
She chuckled.
"Course you did."
"What's wrong with it!?"
Maggie didn't say anything.
I turned to T-Dog and Glenn and they averted eye contact.
"Really!?" I scoffed.

I inspected the fence I had built. I narrowed my eyes, bending down, trying to find fault with it.
"It's not straight." Maggie deadpaned.
I snapped up and looked to her.
"It still works!"
"There's nails poking out."
"They're hard to hammer in!"
"You've caused the wood to splinter"
"I...it's..."
"She's not wrong, y/n..." Sang T-Dog.
Maggie and Glenn sniggered.
"You're not supposed to agree with her!"

T-Dog and Glenn continued to build the pen, after they were done laughing at my bad craftsmanship. I turned to Maggie.
"What are you here for anyway?" I pouted.
She hummed and crossed her arms.
"I thought you could help till the field"
She leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
"Even a city girl can't mess that up." She whispered, nodding to the fence.
She stepped back and examined my face, a huge grin on her face.
I was going to argue but couldn't find the words.

T-Dog pushed me into Maggie and grinned.
"Go help them. I don't want the animals escaping, I'm dying for a bit of bacon." He joked.
I rolled my eyes at him and jokingly kicked his leg.
"It's not that bad"
Maggie grabbed my wrist and began to drag me away.
"At least grass grows back if you mess it up!" Glenn called.
"Screw you! It's not that bad!" I yelled over my shoulder.
They both chuckled as Maggie dragged me away.

She let go of my wrist and I turned to face her as we walked.
"Was it really that bad?"
She let out a small laugh.
"Do chickens lay eggs?"
"Yes?"
She looked at me with a knowing look.
I scoffed and nudged her.
"That's such a cowgirl thing to say."
"At least I can build a fence."
I opened my mouth but ended up looking like a fish.
"Cute" Maggie mumbled, a smile on her face.
"What?"
She shook her head.
"Nothing. Come on, we need the fields done before Rick comes back."

She dragged me off to Hershel and Beth and we spent the rest of the day tilling the field. Hershel taught me how to prepare farmland and how to tell if soil can grow crops. Beth asked me about my favourite music and sang a few songs and Maggie, well, she was enjoying bossing me around for the day.

The prison was slowly, but surely, feeling more like a home. It was growing safer by the day and the group...they felt more and more like family, despite my efforts to distance myself.

I keep telling myself that I'll leave when I've healed up. That I'll leave when I get the chance, but, everytime I think about leaving, it causes me great pain, pain stronger than the very wound I was inflicted with...