Push and Pull || Maggie Greene

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The next morning I awoke to what felt like my head being split in two, no doubt feeling the effects of the previous night. It took me a few moments to force myself into a sitting position, letting out a small groan as I did so.

Once I managed to get my eyes to open I glanced around, momentarily forgetting where I was, but then I remembered.

We were at the C.D.C., we were safe.

I felt another spike of pain shoot through my head and I brought my hands up to rub at my temples, hoping to ease the throbbing, it felt like one of those damn monkeys with the cymbals was in my skull.

It took me a little longer but I eventually managed to get to my feet and get ready for the day.

I took a quick shower, the steam doing wonders for my hangover.

Then once I got dressed in the sweatpants from the night before and a clean black t-shirt I headed out of my room.

I bumped into Rick who was also coming out of his room, I couldn't help but let out a meek laugh. "You look Like hell." I teased, my voice still raspy from sleep.

"Yeah well so do you." He shot back half-heartedly, couldn't disagree with him on that one. "Well, I'm sure once we get some food in us we'll be good as new." I patted his back and the two of us made our way to the dining area.

We weren't the only ones up as I noticed T-Dog towards the back cooking and a few of the others sitting at a table. "Morning" "Hey" Rick and I both said at the same time as we made our way to sit down.

Carl gave us an impish look as we did so, "Are you two hungover? Mom said you'd be."

"Mom is right." Rick told his son in a hushed voice, "Yeah, so keep your voice down." I added, burying my face into my arms and resting my head.

"Mom has that annoying habit." I heard Lori add but I drowned the rest out, only peeking my head out when I heard T-Dog place a plate in front of me, "Thanks." I murmured and he laughed and patted my back.

I took a bite of the eggs and rested my head on my hand. I felt Rick's hand come up to rub circles along my back and then aspirin being placed in my free one. Even if he was feeling like crap he always took care of me, and that never changed as we got older.

I popped them in my mouth and took a swig of water to wash it down, expressing my gratitude by blindly patting his arm.

I then glanced up to where Glenn seemed to be feeling the effects of the hangover more so than anyone, "Never let me drink again." He said as Jacqui rubbed his shoulders comfortingly.

"Hey," Shane greeted as he emerged from the hallway, heading over to grab a coffee. "Feel as bad as we do?" Rick inquired and Shane responded with "Worse."

He turned back towards us and T-Dog sent him a stunned look, "The hell happened to you? Your neck?" He questioned him and I fully got a good look at Shane.

There were scratch marks all along his neck, and they were recent to, specks of blood still residing around the scratches. "I must have done it in my sleep." He offered an explanation but I highly doubted that's what happened. "You've never done that before..." I trailed off, lifting an eyebrow at him.