Unbreakable threads

Chapter Fifty-three: Finding Michonne.

As they sat around the table, Glenn glanced down at baby Judith, nestled in Carl's arms. Her small face was peaceful for the moment, oblivious to the hardships around her. But he knew the supplies they had wouldn't last long. The formula Daryl and Maggie had managed to scavenge was already running low, and they hadn't been able to find much else for her—no clothes, no pacifier, nothing to make her world even a little more comfortable.

Maggie looked over at him, reading the concern in his face. "We'll need more than this," she murmured, her eyes flicking toward Judith. "There's a daycare I noticed on the way here, not too far. They might have supplies. Formula, clothes... maybe even a pacifier."

Glenn nodded, a hint of determination in his expression. "Then let's go," he replied, ready to take action. The thought of Judith going without made him uneasy; she was a symbol of new life, of hope, even amidst their struggles. He wanted to do everything he could to make sure she had a chance, however small.

Rick looked up, his gaze shifting between Maggie and Glenn. There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, the protective instinct rising. "You sure it's safe?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of the leadership tone he always defaulted to.

Maggie met Rick's gaze, firm and unwavering. "We can handle it. We'll be careful. But we can't just sit here and hope supplies fall into our laps. Judith needs this," she replied, her resolve clear.

Rick gave a reluctant nod, recognizing the necessity. He looked over at Carl, still holding Judith gently, and then back to Maggie and Glenn. "Just... be careful out there," he said quietly, the weight of responsibility heavy in his tone.

With a final nod, Maggie and Glenn prepared to set out, knowing that in this world, every trip was a risk. But for Judith, for the chance to give her even a small measure of comfort, they were willing to take it.

As Daryl, Carol, and Alyssa descended the stairs, joining the others gathered around the table, there was a visible shift in Alyssa's demeanor. Though she still carried the weight of recent events, she looked a little better—less haunted, as if the time with Daryl and Carol had given her a renewed sense of grounding.

Daryl scanned the room, noticing the subtle tension and preparation in Glenn and Maggie's expressions. "Where're Glenn and Maggie headed?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and caution.

Rick looked up, meeting Daryl's gaze. "They're going out to get more supplies for Judith. Formula, clothes... whatever they can find," he explained. "Maggie spotted a daycare on the way here. Figured it might have what we need."

Daryl gave a small nod, processing the information. He glanced briefly at baby Judith, still nestled in Carl's arms, before turning his attention back to Glenn and Maggie. "Need backup?" he offered, his voice steady and matter-of-fact.

Glenn shook his head, appreciating the offer but confident in their plan. "I think we're good. We'll be in and out quick, and we'll keep our eyes open. But thanks, Daryl."

Daryl gave him a firm nod, respecting their choice but ready to step in if needed. He knew Glenn and Maggie were capable, but in this world, it never hurt to be cautious. His protective instincts flared, not just for Judith but for everyone in their group—his makeshift family.

Carol placed a gentle hand on Alyssa's shoulder, sensing her desire to go but recognizing the importance of rest. "We'll be here when you get back," she assured Glenn and Maggie, giving them a supportive smile.

With that, Glenn and Maggie exchanged determined glances and prepared to head out, leaving the group with a renewed purpose. They all knew the risks, but they also understood the importance of holding onto the small things, the bits of comfort and hope that could make a difference.