i looked at him as a friend until i realized i loved him
-#10 Daryl Dixon (2/14/24)
-#35 Daryl Dixon Fanfiction (1/9/24)
-#12 The Walking Dead (4/28/24)
-#5 Twd (1/27/24)
-#10 Twd Fanfic (2/29/24)
-#7 Rick Grimes (4/12/24)
-#1 Judith Grimes (11/20/2...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"You don't pull the mask off the ol' Lone Ranger, and you don't mess around with Slim," Fiona and Maggie sang in unison, belting out lyrics to 'Don't mess around with Jim'.
It was one of the last songs Fiona had heard before the outbreak, which made it her favorite, like a little piece of the old world she could still carry.
"You guys suck at singing. Your voices cracked, like, thirty times," Glenn chuckled, reaching over to turn the car radio down before parking.
"You sing, then!" Fiona shot back, slamming the door behind her as she climbed out, pretending to be mad. But she couldn't stay fake-angry for long, not when Glenn looked at her with that warm, heart-melting smile. She found herself smiling back without meaning to.
"Oh no," Maggie said, shaking her head repeatedly, already dreading the idea of hearing Glenn sing.
"Hey! I'm not that bad of a singer," Glenn replied, offended, while Maggie's infectious laugh echoed in the air.
"Clear outside," Maggie reported after scanning the area, giving the all-clear.
"Alright, let's take a look," Glenn said, stepping toward the store with Fiona beside him. But before they could go any further, Maggie pulled Glenn back for a quick kiss.
Fiona rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing a pair of bolt cutters and snapping the chain off the doors. She pulled the doors open, only for a flurry of birds to burst out, one of them nearly smacking her in the face. "Jesus!" She gasped before stepping ahead and into the store with Glenn behind her. "I think a bird just shit on me."
"No. But you do have a feather in your hair," Glenn said, reaching over to pluck a small feather from her hair.
"Glenn, get that duck," Maggie called from outside, shining her flashlight on a toy duck on the floor, one Glenn's sightless ass couldn't see.
"What?" he asked, squinting in confusion.
"Get that duck."
"Are you serious?" he laughed, finally seeing the duck and bending down to grab it.
"Yeah. A kid growing up in a prison could use some toys."
"Oh, fuck yeah!" Fiona cheered when she picked up a shirt and put it up to her chest. The shirt was very long for her and she was pretty sure it was for men, but who gives a damn?
"Rules for dating my daughter, number one. don't." Glenn read from the shirt, laughing at the woman who had a smirk on her face and the shirt almost slipping off her chest.
"I could totally rock this shit." Fiona slid the shirt over her head and put it on over her tank top. "How do I look?" Fiona then started posing like a model would.
"Like a dad." Maggie laughed and Fiona nodded with a bright, genuine smile and a look of accomplishment.
