𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 , the walking dead

[27] the inevitables

THE INEVITABLES
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MAEVE RELEASED A LOUD YAWN as she climbed down the stairs of her house, rubbing her eyes awake. Maeve was never a morning person, everyone else in the house was already awake. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, her vision was still a little blurry but she could see enough to notice Elliott sitting at the kitchen table.

"Mornin'," Maeve's voice was raspy, "That Jesus guy still locked up?"

Elliott looked up at her, his face blank and raw of any emotions, "Daryl tell you 'bout him?"

Maeve nodded her head, "Yeah, last night." When she looked at him, she was confused by his sudden change in demeanor. His arms crossed as he leaned back in the chair, his eyes never fully meeting hers.

Elliott hummed, nodding his head slowly. Maeve was sure she was still dreaming, something wasn't right with him. She's never seen him so cold, he was always the opposite of Maeve, warm and welcoming. This was a different side of him, part of Maeve was worried something terrible had happened, the other part of her was too tired to comprehend anything.

Maeve went into the kitchen, grabbing herself a glass of water. From the time it took her to get the glass and fill it with water, she could feel Elliott's eyes burning holes into her head. She felt uneasy, like something awful was about to happened—she never could've guess what it was.

So when Maeve turned around, she put her glass down on the table and gave Elliott a look. A look telling him to come out with it, it's better he just gets it off his chest now instead of Maeve trying to guess.

For a moment Elliott only looked at his glass on the table, not saying anything for what felt like a really long time. He seemed far in thought, so far even if Maeve were to say something he wouldn't hear it.

"Are you in love with him?" Elliott blurted out at random, taking Maeve by surprise and causing her to choke on the water in her mouth.

After Maeve gathered herself, she frowned her eyebrows in confusion as she asked, "Jesus?"

"No!" Elliott exclaimed, frustration taking over him as he stood and slammed his hands down on the table. "Daryl."

"Daryl? What are you talkin' about?"

Elliott stood straighter, and now Maeve was able to figure out what he was feeling. He was mad, more than that, he was furious. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed at the sight of her, his fists remained clenched by his side. All because she was in love with Daryl?

"The other day, Maggie told me you were at the Dixon's for a while. I didn't think anything of it, until last night." Elliott paused, watching Maeve's face closely as she still remained confused but listened to his words, "Last night I saw you return Daryl's vest."

"So that means I'm in love with him?" Maeve asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she listens to Elliott accuse her, she was understanding what he was trying to get at. She just needed him to say it to her face, needed him to say the words of his accusation before she explained anything.

Elliott mimicked her actions and crossed his arms too, "No, that just told me you could be fucking him. I mean, it makes sense. Since you guys went on that run a month ago, something's changed. We've changed, you've changed!"