GAIGE•{TWD}

Wring

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Gale and Daryl walked back to camp, well, Daryl walked- Gale stormed. He could feel the rage radiating off of her as they moved.

When the pair arrived at the small campfire where the group was gathered, Gale stomped off past it.

Daryl watched her go, before looking down to see Paige giving him a shocked and questioning look. He raised his hand, lifting his index finger to indicate he would tell her later.

She nodded at that, before looking off towards her wife. Who of which was over by the laundry station, dumping soap in a bucket of water before slamming Paiges jacket inside.

She whipped her head back when the murky liquid splashed her, spitting on the grass before returning to scrubbing.

Paige continued watching her while Daryl answered the group's questions. She saw the teal garment in her wife's hands and wondered what it was, hoping it wasn't what she thought.

Gale scrubbed for a while, long enough for Paige to miss the conversation the group had.

She jumped at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder, she whipped around to see Daryl standing over her. He jerked his head to the side, enticing her to follow him. She stood from her seat and did such, him leading her out of earshot from the others.

He took a breath, looking over to his best friend, who was still water boarding the fabric.

He jumped at a smack on his arm, turning to see Paige giving him an expecting look.

"Um..ok." He started, shifting his weight between his feet, thinking of how to say it. "So, that guy in there- that kid. His group is bad, they kill and ra- um..hurt people. And they steal, your average group of raiders.

But um, they raided..a truck, on the road.

Gales truck.

And took all her stuff, all of y'all's stuff, like your jacket. Which he was wearing when he got here. Which is what shes...cleaning."

Paiges hand found itself to her mouth, and her eyes shifted over to her wife. She was now bent over, hands gripping the end of the table as she looked to the ground.

The jacket was sitting in the bucket, hanging halfway out as it sat there soaked.

"She beat him..bad. Shes not ok Paige." Daryl said, scratching his forehead to cover the worry in his eyes. Paige gave a slow nod, before muttering out a thank you while giving Daryls arm a rub.

She let her hand fall before beginning to walk over to Gale. Who now had lifted one of her hands from the table, holding her head in it.

Paige walked up behind her, slinking her arms around her waist and resting her head on her broad shoulder, having to go up on her tippy toes.

Gale lifted her other hand, standing up and now holding her head in both hands, gripping her hair.

"Hi sweetie." Paige breathed out, lifting her arms to grab Gales hands, guiding them down to her waist and holding them there.

Gale leaned her head over, chin to her chest as she squeezed her eyes shut. She took deep breaths as Paige held her, before muttering out a, "Hi." through gritted teeth.

Paige released her hands, now rubbing up and down her arms. "Why don't we go talk, ok?" She said, tugging Gales arm a bit, trying to get her to follow. Which she did with a nod, letting Paige take her arm and lead her to her tent.