𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 ➪ «𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑙 𝑑𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛»

ch. LI - 《haare ab!》

yooo, im straying so far from the show that i don't even remember how it goes lmao,,,, there's no canon in this household, just this mess that i've created and you guys keeping it alive no regrets

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Maggie had felt uneasy with her dad's dismissive matter. Yes, she understood his plight and shared his loss. But as much as they had lost, so had the group currently camping out on their figurative lawn.

Her father let grief blind him and lead him to the bottom of a bottle with a heart filled with hatred and prejudice while Maggie saw the potential allies in their new neighbors.

She saw the conflict, the tension, and the pain they all shared. Maggie wanted to help ease it.

So, she spoke to her dad one evening after she'd seen Diana leave his drawing-room. He had been out of sorts and distracted, so she hadn't been able to tell if she'd gotten her point across.

After the disaster with the barn, Maggie had been one hundred percent sure that the newcomers would never see another sunrise from the comfort of the Greene farm.

She'd been less than ready to say goodbye to Glenn – even though their time together had been short and their affair a little unsatisfactory – and all the others when the news of a pregnancy reluctantly bridged the gap between them.

Maggie had never thought she'd ever see a baby again, and the sentiment was shared in her household. That was the ammo she had used to convince the stubborn Hershel Greene to spare those people some misery; to do his Christian duty and extend an olive branch.

So now, they'd been officially welcomed into their home and would be filling up all those empty rooms and crashing on their couches. Maggie had to admit that the noise and chatter made it feel like an actual home once more.

Maggie led the Lobo siblings up the stairs to where their new room would be. She'd heard of their story from Glenn and felt great sympathy for the orphans. She admired the three of them for their strength and the different ways it shone through. She knew her sister was strong as well, if not softer than most, but Maggie knew she would need her now more than ever to deal with the pain of Annette and Shawn's death.

"Here," she said while cracking open the door to Beth's former room – which had previously been hers from when she'd been at college –, now that she and her sister agreed to share her double bed. "There's enough bed space for two, and the chaise lounge should be big enough to sleep in."

The blinds were closed so the room remained nice and cool during the day. The three siblings followed her in, taking in Beth's flowery bedspread on the four-poster bed, the various movies and artists posters on all walls as well as the nonfunctioning fairy lights hung over the mirror of her mom's old vanity. Maggie used to joke that Beth had every single teen girl's dream room.

"We can't take this room, Maggie," Diana said with a shake of her head, turning to Maggie with a furrowed brow. "We're like, super grateful and really flattered but we can't stay here while other people sleep on the sofa. No offense intended."

"Speak for yourself, bitch, this my room now." Alice threw herself backwards onto the bed, and Maggie couldn't help a smile. The girl then immediately stood back up. "I take it back, that bed's too soft for my busted back."

"Then I'll take it and you take the weird half sofa," Felix countered.

Alice scoffed at him with a smirk. "It's called a chaise lounge, you uncultured swine."

"Doesn't matter what it's called, 'cause we're not staying here," Diana called back to them, widening her eyes in a warning manner; a very parental move, Maggie thought.