Sorry it's a bit late, I got my wisdom teeth out and I am a little drugged up and I'm just in between meds rn. Thanks bye
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                              I stare into the walker infested fields from the catwalk, Daryl left a couple of minutes ago to grab food for us after I didn't move at the smell of food.
                              A car with Rick, Carl and that new black girl left through the inside fence and rode out to go somewhere to do something.
                              The door opens and I glance over, Glenn stepping out.
                              My back tenses and I keep my head straight as he clears his throat.
                              After I don't respond he sighs and speaks softly "Hey, can we talk?"
                              I peel my dry lips apart from each other, only licking the dry and flaky skin.
                              He moves in front of me and kneels "You've been quiet."
                              I finally glare up at him, is he serious? I've been silent since they chained me up for being bit, treated me like a dog and now they're worried?
                              I struggle to my feet and stare at him before rasping finally "I've been silent? I was just tortured, Glenn! My figurative dad just died, Glenn! I just killed my dad, Glenn! Memories of being fucking abused back in the forefront of my mind, Glenn!"
                              I scoff as he sighs softly "I was tortured too, look at my face."
                              So I do. Bruised and raw wounds. Eye squished closed.
                              I shift, my back twitching. It's selfish but I'm so tired of being selfless. 
                              I sigh and huff "And I'm sorry that happened but I'm not going to compare pains with you. You wanted to know why I'm silent—" the door opens again but I continue "— so I told you. I'm done with this group, Glenn."
                              He furrows his brow as he whispers "Why? We try so-"
                              I groan and cut him off "No! No you haven't! I was socially pushed out of the group! I was left unsocialized for months without anyone caring if I died. Everyone but Alec and now he's dead! I was neglected!"
                              He shakes his head "No you weren't."
                              I scoff and glance at Daryl who is standing awkwardly. 
                              I shake my head and seethe "I didn't have clothes that fit! I had to get my own food! I was practically surviving on my own!"
                              My voice breaks and tears well "And the only reason why you care now is because I still protect you all! I took Maggies punishment and killed walkers close to y'all when I could! And now you care? I'm done!"
                              He shakes his head and mutters a soft apology. After a second I hear something placed down and soft footsteps approaching us. I finally look away from him and gently press my back to the fence, staring at the surrounding woods.
                              Then as Daryl steps beside me, Glenn finally speaks again "I'm sorry, I- I just wanted to know what happened to Maggie."
                              I freeze and tears spill out of my eyes as I nod to the surrounding woods. Of course he doesn't care about what happened. He just wanted to know what happened to his girl. I was just a mean to his wants.
                              I lazily look at him and sigh tiredly as I lean against Daryl, "Ask Maggie."
                              He tenses and rolls his shoulders "She won't tell me-"
                              I scoff and Daryl tenses "Then fuck off, I took what ever punishment Philip was going to do to her but I don't know what happened to her after I was dragged out. That's all I know."
                                      
                                  
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FanfictionOne look into her young eyes and you can tell she has lived thousands of lives. One second of the scared girl she is shown before she replaces the mask. So many masks must she keep. One of the loving daughter, the protector, the victim, the adoring...
                                          