GAIGE•{TWD}

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AHHH HII!!! So sorry for how long its been just been going through a lot lately but im back and here to stay i swear!! Super excited for this one, its gonna be quite long! Hope you enjoy, love ya!
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As her cheek began to burn hot, she rose her hand to it, looking around as she did so. The first thing she saw were Daryls eyes, staring at her in shock, then..everyone elses.

It wasnt until then that she relized just how many eyes the group was filled with, them all staring from every angle. She began to feel another burning sensation in her face, embarassment.

Then much like her cheek, her blood began to go hot as well. She felt all of that anger she had been bottling up, all of that guilt and sorrow began to rise. She felt it all gather in her palm as she balled her fist.

How dare Paige. How dare she embaress her. How dare she be a bipolar bitch lately. How dare she slap her in the fucking face.

Gale slowly turned her head, facing away from the stares and into her wifes eyes, they read fury and hurt, as if she was the one that had been struck.

But as Gale loomed over her, her advantage in height, size, and strength becoming apparent again. Paige had then realized who she had hit, it wasnt Shane, some idiot that couldnt do anything to her. This was Abigale Grimes. Master Sergeant of the Marine Corps. Kill count of one hundred and fourteen.

It was then that all of the confidence, all of the anger and resentment that Paige had originally had all faded away, and was replaced with only one emotion. Fear.

Then, Gale took that fist, all full of rage, and opened it, before slamming it down on Paiges arm, gripping her sleeve. She then just started walking, forcing Paige to follow as she stormed off, away from all the stares, trying to run and hide from embarrassment.

She eventually lead them all the way to the tent she had set up earlier in the day. It was a ways away from everyone, she did this so no one would bother her, the walk far too much work for anything not that important that they would try to bother her with.

But now, it would be perfect for them to yell. To mend whatever has been broken in the last week without an audience.

Gale let Paige go, now bending down to rip the tent open before grabbing onto her once again and pulling her inside. She turned, zipping the tent back up before snapping back around and getting in her wife's face.

Paige felt her knees wobble as Gale stood above her, she wasn't afraid that Gale would put her hands on her, she knew that would never happen.

No, she wasn't scared of Gales hands hurting her, it was her words that could hurt more than the hardest fist, the sharpest knife, the biggest bullet.

But Gale didn't explode like Paige had expected, she only uttered out one word, "speak." "w-what?"

"Speak. Tell me. Tell me what i did, tell me why you've been so insanely infuriated with me, tell me whats wrong, tell me everything, just speak. Im tired of the silence, and then explosions. Im tired of not knowing what happened, and whats wrong with my love.  So please, just speak, im not going to say anything until you're done, i just need to hear your voice. I need to hear whats wrong. i need to know if i can fix it but i wont know unless you talk to me Paige. So please let down your guard, and just speak to me baby. Speak."

As soon as Gale finished talking, Paige unleashed. Tears came rushing, overflowing and flooding her eyes until they practically blinded her. And then the words came, getting swept up in the tide of her tears and flowing along with them.

"Im just so sick of you risking your life every two seconds Gale. You got stuck in Atlanta and could've died, then you wanted to run right back out there right after you got home. You could've died saving Andrea and Dale, and they didn't even care, didn't even thank you. Then you run off after Sophia, and don't come back for HOURS. Then you get yourself shot looking for her again. Then you leave before i wake up, without telling me. Im tired of thinking you're dead, of not knowing. I already did that for years. I thought i was done when you came home two months ago. i cant do it anymore Gale. I cant be that wife that sits at home not knowing if you're alive. Having to lie through my teeth to Carl and convince him you're fine while trying to convince myself at the same time. But i know that no matter what, no matter what i say, what i do, you're not gonna stop. You made that very apparent very early, and since then i've learned it's easier to just keep my mouth shut about it. So thats what ive done. But im sick of it, and i know you are too, so stop making me have to. Stop making me have to be quiet about your actions because im afraid one of us will blow up, because i know you wont listen. Thats why i don't say anything. Thats why i haven't, because you DONT LISTEN. you never listen. You never have. Once you decide 'thats the right thing to do' you do it, you stop listening, you shut off. Ever since you stepped on that bus, shaved your head, put on that uniform. You've been a robot, and i've hated it ever since. But i waited too long, i know now there is way that will change. But im finally telling you. I HATE Master Sergeant Grimes, I miss GALE. You have nothing to prove. So please Gale, please stop having to be the hero. You cant save everyone, and thats ok. You're not there anymore, you're home. You don't have to risk your life for people anymore, so please stop. Because yes, those people over seas needed you, but now I NEED YOU. You're mine now. You're finally actually mine. I want a wife Gale, not a soldier quartering in my bed. I love you, we've gotten through so much, and i haven't lost you yet. So please for all things holy, stop trying to break that streak."