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Maggie's Nightmare

Maggie's Nightmare: Chapter Ten - Part One

As always, thanks to everyone who is reading the story and are following along ... I really appreciate it :)

And, a Special Thank you to neentje, The Undead, dixiewolf, chroniclesofcharnia, and the last badass survivor for commenting on the last chapter. Your comments and reviews really do inspire me to keep writing, so thank you, thank you, thank you!

Chapter Ten picks up where Chapter Eight left off … Daryl and Glenn were out on a supply run and decided to end their trip by trying to bring home some meat to the survivors at the prison. Daryl’s definitely had something on his mind during this supply run and, eventually, Daryl is gonna spill the beans and tell Glenn what the hell is going on with him.

So, back to our story …

Glenn’s POV – about 6 months after Woodbury

The brush was thick as we walked through the forest; the tree branches shrubs whipped all along my face and body. We carefully made our way back in the direction of the road, which we would then follow to get us back to our trucks. I knew Daryl was in some sort of sour mood, he’d been a real ass this trip. But, I couldn’t seem to figure out what the hell his problem was. It was about another 20 minute walk at least, so I thought I would try again and see if Daryl was tell what the hell was bothering him.

“Hey, Daryl!” I whispered ahead of me.


“Hey … it’s just …I know somethin’ is bothering man. I just wish you’d tell me. Did I do or say something?”

Daryl stopped walked and turned to me.

“Nah, man. Ya didn’t say nothin’” Daryl looked irritated.

“Alright … well, what the hell is your problem then? Just out with it already, I’m tired of your dealing with your shit attitude. What’s up with you?”

Daryl sighed and put his head into his hand, brushing his dirty hair back from his face. He looked exhausted, perplexed, confused. Daryl was not fazed easily by things, and something was eating him alive. Then, he pulled a note out of his bag; looked like the one Beth handed him before we left.

“Beth gave this to me before we left.”

“Okay …?” I prompted him to continue.

"Well, it's just we thought we might be ......well, here jus read it if you want."

Daryl handed me the letter, which I unfolded and read. It wasn't long and contained just one paragraph, but it told me really everything I needed to know:

“Dear Daryl,

You know that I love you, and that the last few months with you have been some of the happiest moments of my life. We aren’t guaranteed many things in this life anymore, except the love and devotion we find in each other. A couple of weeks ago I told you that I might be pregnant. I didn’t know for sure until today; my father confirmed it. I know this has been something weighing heavily on you the last couple of weeks, so I wasn’t sure how to break the news to you. I hope while you are out on this supply run for Maggie and the other mothers and children of the prison that you will realize that this group is able to take care of each other. You are such a big part of supporting the mothers and children here, and you deserve to have a family of your own – we both do. So, I don’t want you to worry – everything is going to be just fine. And, I hope and pray that when you return safely to me that you will be as happy as I am about the news.

I love you dearly and always,


I looked up at Daryl in shock, and handed him back the letter.

“Jesus, Daryl. I had no idea.”

“Yeah, well, me neither. Jus found out myself …

… I mean, she told me a couple of weeks ago that she might be …

… But, I though that there was no way in hell. I mean, we didn’t plan on it or anythin’ like that. An we tried to be real careful, but …”

Now the look of worry on his face and his short fuse on this trip made a lot more sense. Daryl and Beth were going to have a baby. The prospect alone of finding out you’re having a kid during the Zombie Apocalypse is enough to make any man worry. However, Beth and Daryl had only been together about five or six months now, so the relationship was new and this was a pretty big deal.

“Wow! Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting that.

Daryl looked at me and shook his head, his eyes trailed to the ground.

“Well, I guess congratulations are in order man.” I gave Daryl a big smile and laughed a bit.

“Ahh, shit. I bet Hershel is madder than hell.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Means I knocked up an 18 year old farmer’s daughter. Hershel’s gonna kill me.”

Daryl looked really upset. I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. However, the continued furrow in his brow and anxiety that shown through his eyes told me that he wasn't joking, so I tried to reassure him.

“Come on, Daryl. You gotta be kidding me …Hershel loves you – you know that!”

Daryl looked up at me hopeful and bit his bottom lip as he pondered my reassurances. I could tell he needed more convincing.

“Heck, he even told me himself that he couldn’t be happier about you and Beth. He’s just really glad his daughters have found men that he can trust. He feels secure knowing that no matter what happens, we will take care of them. We’d die for his daughters. What more could a father ask for?”

Daryl let out a bit of a laugh -- finally.

“You’d die for her wouldn’t you? Do anything to keep her and your baby safe, right?”

“Course I would … I do anything for her.” He cleared his throat. “I mean for them …”

I could tell he was starting to feel better; well, at least about the whole Hershel thing.

“Trust me … he’s not gonna be mad. It’s a good thing ... And, I’m real happy for you man.”

I walked over and gave Daryl a hug. “Congratulations, your gonna be a daddy!”

“Thanks, Glenn. I’ve been real torn up about it. With another little one on the way … It’s just a lot of responsibility. For the whole group, not just us.”

“Sure is ... I know exactly how ya feel.”

“Yeah, I know you do.” He paused for a moment while he considered something, and got a shit eating grin on his face. “Ahh, hell!"

“What?” I questioned him.

“Looks like we’re officially family now, Glenn! How bout that? Our kids are gonna be cousins!”

I smiled politely. “Yeah ... cousins.”

“Since we’re all family now … guess it’s alright that I told ya. I know Beth was going to tell Maggie once she knew for sure, so you woulda found out sooner than later anyways.”

Daryl patted me on the back.

“Alright. Well, let’s get a move on and get back to our women.”

Daryl gave me a big smile. He looked really relieved; maybe even excited about the possibility of what this baby would mean for us all – to Me, Maggie, Beth and Daryl. Raising our kids together … a real family … something that none of us really dared to dream about in these days.

And, I was really happy for Daryl and Beth; it truly was a miracle that they found love with each other in all this mess. I always felt that way about Maggie and me. It’s just with this whole Governor business, the baby; things were off sometimes. I hated that anything could affect us like this, but in reality it did. And, that was an extremely painful truth.

As we walked through the forest and trees, I continued to think about the news that Daryl and Beth were going to have a baby. I guess she was only a couple of months along now; maybe one or two? Everyone was going to be real happy for them, just like they were for Maggie and me. But, in reality, Maggie’s baby wasn’t really mine. I would be the baby’s dad, but I wasn’t the baby’s father. But, I knew I would love Maggie’s baby like my own. I just hoped that maybe one day Maggie and I would be able to have our own child too. We had been through so much, and I hoped that we could share in a pregnancy together that wasn’t born out of such a hateful act, but one that was created out of love like Daryl and Beth’s. I was sure we would have that experience one day. But, until then, no one would ever know the truth about what The Governor did to Maggie; she wanted this to stay between just the two of us. And, I was committed to Maggie and what ever she wanted to do. I was committed to this child. And, I would love this child as my own.


After about 15 minutes of walking in silence, we heard something that sent us both flat to the ground.

The crack of two gunshots rang through the air!

We could tell it was coming from the direction of the road, but we couldn’t tell if it was aimed at us or what the hell was going on. We both were on high alert.

“Glenn … ya alright?”

“Yeah. You?”


We both laid there on the forest floor taking cover for a few minutes, waiting to see if we could hear something or see something. And, there was nothing. No more guns shots, no one seemed to be coming for us.

“I don’t think that was for us, Glenn.” Daryl motioned for me to crawl up next to him.

I could feel the anxiety and tension pulse through my body. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, and my exhausted body filled with fear induced energy and alertness. A gunshot can mean many things, so our course of action must be thoughtful.

“What do you think we should do?”

I looked to Daryl for this initial answer; if we needed to double back through the forest, it would need to be Daryl’s call since he would be the one guiding us.

“No time. We gotta head towards the road, an follow the road back to the trucks. Otherwise, we’re gonna get stuck out here in the forest at night and I don’t want to risk it.”

I nodded. “So … what about that gunshot?”

“Well, guess we’re gonna find out. We can stay deeper in the forest, rather than heading closer to the road.Then … hopefully, we can just walk on by whatever is going on out on the street.”

“Okay … I just don't want us heading straight for a herd of walkers or something. So, you're sure that this is the best route?”

“Well, hell, Glenn. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m just saying for right now, it’s our best shot. If we get close to the road and something is off, we can always pull back further from the road and take cover in the forest. But, following the road is the fastest way of getting back to the trucks and getting back to the prison as soon as we can.”

I trusted Daryl, and I knew he was right in that we needed to get back to the girls as soon as we could. We already had our supplies and with this possible threat or at the very least the reality of other survivors nearby; we had to get back to our trucks and get the hell out of here.

So, I nodded in agreement and followed Daryl’s lead as he got up, brushed his pants off and walked cautiously ahead of me. I followed behind him quietly; still matching his footsteps and keeping light on my feet as to not attract any unnecessary attention as we headed off towards the sounds of the gunshots. But, something in my gut felt off; I knew we were gonna be in for trouble either way.



Stay tuned … Chapter Ten: Part Two will be posted shortly ... but, feel free to comment on Part One if you want to.

You know I love to hear from you :-D



oh my goodness. This is good. You have done an amazing job writing this. I am a little sad, I have reached the end and I like it so much. I need to finish it.... Im worried about what will happen. But I am excited

RedneckDaryl16 RedneckDaryl16

oh my goodness. This is good. You have done an amazing job writing this. I am a little sad, I have reached the end and I like it so much. I need to finish it.... Im worried about what will happen. But I am excited

RedneckDaryl16 RedneckDaryl16

This story is really good!!! I read My Guardian and I could not stop. I love Bethyl and Maggie and Glenn. I really hope you add to both stories...... I really cannot stop reading them.

Bethyl333 Bethyl333

This story is amazing! I love the way you're having The Governor be more like he was in the comics... poor Maggie! I also like that while this is mainly about Maggie and The Governor, you've put some Bethyl in there. Can't wait for the next chapter!

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haha thanks:')

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