[ season 2 ]
✰ in which every corner of the world becomes the world's most loneliest corner, but the girl tucked away on her family's farm would bet all the money in her pockets that hers is the loneliest.
and the guy who meets her up there, bringi...
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CHAPTER FOUR ➶ INDIANA WALSH
WHETHER OR not hershel and the sheriff know maggie and i can hear every word they're yelling at each other doesn't matter as rick pushes his way out of the front door, takes the steps down and doesn't bat an eye at either of us.
i watch rick grimes walk across the yard, his head bowed, eyes on his boots, and then my head snaps over to maggie who's already looking at me.
"shut your mouth, you'll get flies in it."
my words spill out in a hurried whisper, "lori's pregnant?"
maggie gives a single nod, more a dip of her chin than anything. she doesn't give me any more than that, just watches the strangers on her front lawn as the wind softly blows her hair out of her face.
"you think your dad will really make them leave, even now?" i ask, bringing up what we heard her father and rick arguing about—the latter requesting more time on the farm, mostly because of his wife being with child, and hershel against the idea.
"he has to figure it out. no matter what i say," she sighs. "it won't get through his hard head."
"you want them to stay?"
she shrugs, her eyes darting about from each person to the next, and i have little doubt she's searching for glenn—wherever he's gone off to. have little doubt that even though she swears she doesn't have feelings for him, she does, and she would care if her family booted his group off their property.
i stretch a leg out across the rail and lean my head back against one of the white pillars connecting the porch to the awning. i watch rick disappear around the thick bushes near the greene's barn, and then i look to andrea and dale who are atop the rv—binoculars in the woman's hands as she stares out at the treeline, probably waiting for daryl and t-dog to get back from their search today.
as if maggie can sense the direction of my thoughts, she asks, "how come you didn't go out with daryl today to look for sophia?"
"i thought i'd grace the farm with my presence instead." sarcasm rolls off my tongue and maggie rolls her eyes.
"did somethin' happen last time y'all went out? before the storm?"
two days ago, the last time daryl and i went out looking at the barns up the road for sophia, ever since he claimed we aren't friends even though i'd bet a good amount of money calling his bluff on that. we haven't talked since then, and that's why i didn't join him on the search today.
"did something happen at the pharmacy today with glenn?" i throw the same question at her, knowing she's been rattled and on edge all day since she and glenn came back. her mouth stays shut the same as mine does about the archer.
