How it was

Its Nice to Have Friends

I wondered away from the scene of the interrogation to sit on the porch. Maggie and Glenn were there sitting on the swing not too far away from where I sat on the steps.

"Everything alright, hun?" Maggie asked, looking at me with concerned filled eyes. I sighed, not sure what exactly to say. Honestly, I was surprised that they hadn't traveled down to the interrogation themselves.

Should I feel bad for Carol? I mean, I did take her best friend away and those were pretty hard to come by before the apocalypse and now? They were pretty much nonexistent for sure.

"Y'all didn't know about that whole Carol/Daryl ordeal?" Maggie looked at Glenn, before they both looked at me with lost expressions, shrugging.

"No, what's happening?" Glenn asked.

"Carol's mad at me because Daryl's been hanging around me and he was her best friend. She lied to me saying that he had said certain things about me only to keep me away from him. Just a bunch of high school, pre-apocalyptic bullshit drama. Something that really shouldn't even matter now with all of our lives always at stake but I mean... can you blame us?"

I'm sure they could feel a rant coming on, and I was sure they didn't want to hear it. So, it surprised me when all they produced back were looks of concern and eager listening ears.

"It's tiring having to only think survival 24/7. And I know it's necessary, oh believe me. But it's impossible. I mean, we're only human and humans need basic human interaction to survive as well."

"I promise you, hun, that we understand that probably more than anyone else on this farm," Maggie replies, holding onto Glenn's hand.

"I know. I mean, I believe in fate and what not, or at least I used to... I believed that things happened for a reason and that wherever we ended up is where we should be. But I just don't know anymore. I'm not saying that this apocalypse is where we all are supposed to be... and if it is, hell, I'm sorry for all of us," I paused, taking a breath and then continued, "I'm just saying that I feel like Daryl found me for a reason. He made the decision to bring me back to the farm and introduce me to all of you guys for a reason. Many of you have told me that he doesn't just do that."

Maggie nodded, "I get what you're trying to say. I know, and you know, that survival is always number one before anything else. But when it comes down to it, we're gonna love, befriend, and fight. That's okay. It doesn't make you, or either of us, less of a survivor."

I nodded. She's right.

"I've seen it too, just so you know," she spoke in a voice so sweet and friendly.

"What are you talking about?"

"I've seen the way he looks at you, and I can confirm that he does not look at her that way." She and Glenn got up from the swing. Maggie placed a hand on my back and gave me a quick squeeze before they retreated back into the house and headed in for the night.

Do I feel bad for Carol, yes. However, I don't feel as if she acted the correct way about it all. Should I try to make peace with her?

Should I just continue staying away and give her space? Or should I give her time to cool down about the entire situation and then talk to her?

So many thoughts consumed my mind as I headed off the porch steps and into my tent for the night.