Maisie decided despite the occasion smell of rust and death, or the random disturbing objects she would find around the place— the prison was nice, and it was more than enough for the group.
Despite its tall walls that kept the bad out and concealed them safely, nothing killed the anxiety in her stomach when she thought about her mom having that baby and all the ways it could go wrong. It wasn't going to, because they had the preparation and Carol had been preparing, but still, she had a bad feeling.
That wasn't a worry right now, though, because everything was good. Hershel was doing better, and he was alive. Since knowing Hershel was better Oliver had became more talkative and active, but he seemed to stick close with Daryl, for whatever reason.
Maisie, herself, was also doing the best she had been doing in months. No longer completely malnourished and on watch for her life, which was a relief. She couldn't ever go back to how she was before the world fell, but she was getting closer. And if nothing came in the way, maybe she'd eventually make it.
"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help." Maisie heard Carol ask as she ran over, having just finished properly waking up. She had a new pair of boots, these ones more brown and cowboy style, which was exciting, and much less sore to run in. She stopped by Rick, him putting a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm here to help." She told him and the others, because she was keen to be as helpful as possible. Waiting around all day for nothing was quite boring for her, and any reason to do anything else— she would take it.
"Up in the guard tower." Daryl pointed out, referring back to Carols previous question.
"Guard tower?" Rick replied, "They were just up there last night."
"Why are they up there?" Maisie furrowed her eyebrows, shielding her eyes from the sun as she looked up to try and see them.
"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl shouted up to them, standing beside Maisie, who scrunched up her face as the loud noise.
Surely enough, the door clicked and pushed open. Glenn came out first, but he was shirtless and zipping up his pants. "Hey, what's up, guys?" Glenn asked innocently.
They all chuckled beside Maisie, who was just even more confused. "Why doesn't he have a shirt on? Did they sleep up there?" She asked, looking up at Rick expecting answers.
He looked down at her, chewing on his cheek. "Uh, yeah, they did." He answered, patting her head as he smiled again and looked back up at the two.
"You coming?" Daryl shouted up again.
"What?" Glenn called back down, almost as confused as the child.
"You coming?" Daryl repeated louder, earning another laugh from Rick, Carol, T-dog and Maisie. Though, she was just laughing to be like them and not set apart from the funny joke she obviously wasn't getting. "Come on, we could use a hand." Daryl clarified.
"Yeah, we'll be right down." Glenn waved them off.
"Sleeping in the guard tower seems pretty stupid to me." Maisie told her dad. Daryl and Carol looked back at Rick, raising their eyebrows, but Rick had no plans to tell her what they were actually doing up there. She didn't need to know that. "It would be all cold, and probably filled with bugs." She continued.
"Probably." Rick nodded, shooting a look at the other two adults.
"Hey, Rick." T-dog interrupted, looking up at the courtyard.
Maisie, following her dad's concerned— annoyed, glance, was surprised to see Axel and the other man, whose name she hadn't quite learnt, standing up there. They were only allowed to stay in their own area.
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Flower of Blood | TWD
Fanfiction9-year-old Maisie Grimes was a girl who lived by how she was taught. In her case, that meant being kind and loving the unloved. With a big heart and warm smile, Maisie would have to navigate and survive through the new scary world, trying not to fo...
