Little Grimes

fourty two

Screams are happening all around as I try to pull Pete off of my brother. That only results in Pete turning around and elbowing me in the lip. I stumble back for a moment but Rick is able to knock Pete on the ground and get on top of him.

"Rick Grimes! Enough!" I beg my brother, trying to pull him off.

Shane moves me out of the way and grabs Rick, pulling him up on his feet.

"Enough, Rick! Maeve got hurt," Shane tries to get through to my brother.

I know better than anyone that once Rick sees red, that's it. He almost seems gone. I don't know what snaps him out of it but he finally looks at me. He's a bloody mess but he goes straight to me and checks on my lip. I love that about my idiot brother.

Once Rick knows I am okay, he starts ranting to the group around us. I barely recognize the words he's saying and it's finally silent when Michonne knocks him out. It was definitely for the best. If Rick kept talking, who knows what he would say. I'm sure Deanna wants us out now.

I don't leave Rick's side until he wakes up. We put him in a jail type room to make sure he doesn't do anything dumb again. I'm curled up against him on the mattress. At least I didn't have to sleep alone last night.

I feel a hand rub my arm, "Maeve?"

I peek up and look at my brother. His face is cut up and bandaged.

"You look like a mess," I say quietly.

He laughs softly, "I didn't kill him."

"You're so dumb," I groan.

I look over as Michonne comes in, "Daryl is back."

I grin and quickly stand up. I hesitate for a moment as I look down at my brother, "you okay?"

"Of course."

I quickly make my way out of the house to search for Daryl. Im surprised to find him already waiting for me at the bottom of the porch.

I'm quick to jump into his arms. He easily holds me up and connects our lips.

"Was your trip okay?" I ask once we separate.

"It was interesting," he hums, pressing his lips against mine again.

"Rick and Pete got into it. Now Deanna wants to hold a town meeting. I'm like 98% sure that we are getting kicked out."

"Nah," he says, setting me on my feet.

"It was pretty bad," I admit.

"I can tell. Did Pete or Rick do this to your lip?" He asks, pressing his thumb against my lip. I wince at the touch. I think i was in such bliss during our kisses that I completely ignored the pain.

I didn't answer him.

"Pete then. Where is he?" He asks.

"Rick already did a number on him. I really don't want you to get involved or get hurt," I tell him.

"Quit worrying about me," he says, pulling away from me.

"Daryl, don't. There's already so much happening."

"Aiden is dead!" I hear someone yell.

Holy shit. I think I'm going to be sick. Deanna is 100% going to kick us out now.

I can feel myself start to black out. My vision is getting spotty.

I sit up in my bed. Daryl must have carried me up here. I'm startled to hear a movement in the corner of the room. I look up to meet Daryl's blue eyes.

"Are you okay?" His voice is softer than usual.

I nod, "I passed out?"

"Denise ran some blood test to make sure you were okay. She checked everything and um,"

"What?" I ask, confused on what she could have found. Maybe I hit my head when I passed out.

"You're pregnant," he says quietly.

I cover my face with my hands. Pregnant again? I don't want to go through another miscarriage. It traumatized me so badly. I have so much going on and I don't want to cause stress on this baby. I don't want to bring an innocent child into this world.

I feel the bed dip beside me and Daryl's arms embrace me. I lean into him and let myself silently cry. The tears fall against him and I know he can feel them. He just holds me tightly.

"What do we do?" I ask, finally looking up at him.

"It's your choice," he answers, "no matter what, I'll be on your side."

"Thank you," I say quietly.