( Glenn's POV )
"You're screwing with the wrong people," I heard Rick say.
All the Governor's 'participants' started running towards their cars and heading off. That shows them never to mess with us. We're the good guys. The good ones. People say the good ones don't survive, but we're here, aren't we?
We all head back in the cells. And try to get over what just happened. Hershel and Michonne are back. It's just that easy, I guess.
"I couldn't sacrifice one of us for the greater good. Because we are the greater good. This is life and death, how you live, how you die. We stick together. How you die, How you live. It isn't up to me. I'm not your governor," Rick assures.
( Maggie's POV )
Glenn comes my way. He sees I'm still upset. "Are you okay?" he asks.
"How can people live like this," I continue, " with the threat and the chance that you might die tomorrow, it makes me think, that I might lose you, or Daddy, or Beth, and anyone else I care about. And that goodbye we have to deal with, makes me think. It makes me realize what I've had, what I've lost, and what I took for granted, it's hard," I tell him.
"What's not hard, this is reality now, this our world now, like it or not," he whispers to me with a sly smile.
I hug him, and kiss him until we need to breath again. "You want to enjoy life right now?" he whispers to me. He's turned on. I can see it in his eye. Oh god.
I drag him to the watch tower and close the door.
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( Daryl's POV )
I woke up with the sound of a door banging. And moaning. And more moaning. Can Maggie and Glenn keep it down for at least one night. You know what? They deserve a surprise. I take a bucket full of cold freezing water and head towards the door of the tower next to me. I open the door. Oh....I did not want to see that. I turn my head away and throw the water on top of them.
"Next time you fools wake me up, it better mean one of you is dying," I say.
They both start laughing until Glenn gets a blanket and covers them up with it and speaks, "Only if you keep it down with Carol," wait what'd he say?
"I don't know what your talking about," and I close the door. And head back.
( Glenn's POV )
"Oh my god, Daryl and Carol are doing it?" Maggie asks me with an excited look on her face.
"No, I just made it up so he would get out, but by the looks of it, maybe it's true." I respond.
"Now where were we?" she says and giggles. I turn back around.
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( Hershel's POV )
"We got to be more careful, Hershel," says Rick, " we have to know who's out and who's inside all the time. This is getting chaotic. We need to find a way to make the people feel safer, that's all that matters."
"You're right, Rick, you step outside you risk your life. You take a drink of water, you risk your life. And nowadays, you breath, and risk your life. Every moment now, you don't have a choice. The only think you can choose is what you're risking it for," I claim. He nods his head and leaves the room.
I told Glenn I needed to talk to him, so he should be coming right now.
He's a few minutes late, but it's okay. "What'd you need to talk about, sir?" he politely starts.
"Maggie," I say.
"Yes?" he replies.
"Keep an eye out on her for me," he continues, "Maggie's changed. She's different now. She's bottled up her feelings, and sometimes she let's them out. She needs help, she won't admit it, but she does."
"I'll always protect her, she's the love of my life, and I'll do anything to keep her surviving and living," he confirms.
I nod, and I walk off with my crutches.
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Glenn & Maggie (TheWalkingDead)
Любовные романыGlenn and Maggie (from the Walking Dead). Those we love don't go away. Because they come back from the dead to haunt us, in a disfigured form called walkers. I do not own The Walking Dead, nor the Walking Dead characters. [Also not my fan art].