❝last man standing doesn't matter when it's a pile of bodies you're standing on. so you fight but you be good.❞
[twd seasons 1-?]
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chapter twenty nine: baby girl grimes 4218 words
The baby was crying.
Maggie held the baby girl to her chest in Carl's shirt, her body worn and her soul tired. They'd left without Lin and it only occurred to her as the gate creaked open and Rick spun to face them, how it must have looked with just the two of them returning. Four had gone into the prison and only two came out. She stuttered on her words, choking on them as she tried to find the right words to saw to the new widower father. He couldn't find the words either, looking down then back up as if Maggie were mirage.
Daryl felt fear grip him tight when Lin wasn't with them. Where was she? Maggie's hands were covered in blood.
Rick's axe clattered to the ground.
Daryl's fingers flexed around his crossbow.
Maggie's cries came faster, her lip quivering as Rick neared. Daryl stepped closer, eyes planting firmly on the door they had come from.
"Where- where is she?" Rick repeated himself, his disbelief palpable. Except the baby was here and Lori was not. Rick walked past Maggie, to the gate and Maggie stopped him with a hand on his arm. He couldn't go back and see that.
"Where's Lin?" Daryl was not an animal. He didn't growl at people the way a scared and hurt dog would. But if he had to categorize the way his own voice sounded coming from his lips, it would be just that.
Maggie's lips parted but no sound came out. Daryl stepped closer. "Where is she?" He wasn't going to wait around forever for her to answer. If she didn't, he'd storm the whole prison until he found her and he wouldn't stop a moment before.
"She stayed behind, made us leave." Then Daryl was gone. Before anyone could have blinked or followed, he was through the gate and up the stairs. He had not the slightest clue where she was but that didn't matter. He'd find her. He always found her, no matter the distance between them. His sunshine was strong. She'd pull through this. She pulled him through Merle, he'd pull her through Lori.
"Lindsey?" He shouted into the empty halls, his voice bouncing along the cement until his own echo answered him. He stopped at a corner, forcing himself to still enough so he could listen. But there was nothing, just the shuffle of walker feet. He had no time. The baby would need food. And they had none. He was not going to let that baby die. He had to find her.
It was silence after that and then, Lin screamed. The gunshot that followed was nothing compared to the thundering of Daryl's feet as he ran to where he'd heard her scream come from. It was a room tucked away around a corner, the door wide open and streaked in walker blood.
"Lin!" He called her name again, crossbow raised as he rushed around the corner of the room, into the furthest corner. She was there, sat against the wall, Maggie's gun held out in front of her. He was prepared to chew her out to high hell, to ask her just what the fuck she was thinking staying here alone and letting Maggie and Carl leave with the baby. But then he saw the look in her eyes, the walker body on the cement in front of her, Lori's body beside that. She flinched only when he was close enough for him to see her. Couldn't she hear him? "Okay, sunshine. It's just me." He lowered the crossbow all the way to the cement, dodging the pool of blood there. He held his hands up for her to see that they were empty, that he wouldn't hurt her. He had to get her back with the others, back to Hershel who could help her. "I need ya to put down the gun, sunshine." Lin's fear filled eyes flicked between him and the loaded gun. The recognition began to bleed into her posture. Did she not know where she was, what she was doing?
