My Guardian: Chapter Seven
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Author’s Note: I will be writing this chapter from Maggie and Glenn’s POV, so that you (the reader) can get a sense of what the others are perceiving about what is developing between Daryl and Beth. (I did this in Maggie’s Nightmare, and I found it helpful to add these extra POVs to paint a better picture).
Now, back to our story ...
“Think I’m gonna head over to Cell Block D. Karen mentioned one of the kids wasn’t feelin’ well. I’m gonna go check on him … I’ll see you two kids later.” Hershel stood up and grabbed his crutches. “You too, Carol.”
“Alright, Hershel. See ya later.” Carol replied; not even giving Hershel a second look as she continued to play with Judith.
Maggie and I looked at each other; our eyes darted across the table at each other, and we both laughed a little under our breath. We didn’t have to say a word – we knew exactly what the other was thinking. Carol had a little bit of ‘baby fever’ when Judith arrived. And, if Judith was in her arms – no one else existed.
Carol continued on whispering ‘baby talk’ to Judith, while she rocked her and smoothed her hair back.
“Hello, sweetheart. Look at you! You’re getting so big, now aren’t you?”
Maggie and I just looked at each other and smiled again. We just found it so amusing. Carol was totally enamored with Judith. I mean, we all were … but, Carol … she definitely was in love with this little baby.
Shortly after Hershel left, Carol decided she was going for a walk with the baby.
“I’m just gonna walk around a bit. If Beth comes back, you tell her I shouldn’t be long.”
“No problem, Carol.” I replied.
After Carol was out of the cell block, I leaned over to Maggie.
“It’s a shame she can’t have another one of her own.”
Maggie’s relaxed smile tensed.
Her eyebrows were raised now, which was definitely not a good sign. Only meant one thing – Maggie was irritated. Well, either irritated or scared. Maybe it was a little bit of both, going by the look in her eyes.
“Do you really think now would be a good time to have a kid?”
“Well, I mean, we all seem to be doing fine here with little Judy.”
“Yeah, but Lori died to bring Judith into the world. I was there … it was horrible. Do you really think that any of us can risk that now?”
I really hadn’t meant anything by it, but obviously Maggie was upset.
“Hey, hey … calm down. I agree with you. I know it’s dangerous.”
Maggie’s face relaxed just a little bit. I think she realized that she was intensely overreacting. And, to be honest, she’d been doing that a lot lately. I just figured it was due to the stress of everything that had happened to us at Woodbury. I mean, I still had cuts and bruises that still hadn’t healed from the whole ordeal – Maggie too.
“Sorry. It’s just I think it’s too risky to have a kid, ya know? With the world the way it is … I just don’t think that any of us should be thinkin’ about havin’ kids.”
“No, I know. It’s just … well, I was really just trying to say that I think Carol really misses Sophia. And, she’s such a great mom … it’s too bad she can’t have another one. That’s all. I wasn’t really suggesting that she should do it.”
“Oh? …well, in that case … I definitely agree with you. Carol is a great mom, and I’m sure she does miss Sophia. It’s too bad Sophia isn’t here with her now.” Maggie paused. “And, it is too bad that the world is the way it is and that she couldn’t have another child.”
“It really is.” I paused and reached across the table and grabbed Maggie’s hand. “It’s too bad for all of us.”
Maggie squeezed my hand and smiled.
We had talked about it on many occasions; how we had both wanted kids before the world went to shit. I told Maggie that if things were different, I’d love to have a little house with her and raise a family. Teach our sons to play baseball, and take my daughters to dance class … or, whatever else they wanted to do. And, Maggie confided in me one night that at one point in her life she even had names picked out for her ‘future kids’ and she had dreamed of doing all of those things with me too. She just couldn’t see that happening now; not the way things were.
And, I agreed with her … for the most part. But, it's not like we had to worry about that right this second anyways; it had been a while since we had sex last - since before we were kidnapped and taken to Woodbury.
I tried to lighten up the conversation a little.
“Well, were talkin’ about her maybe havin’ another baby. It’s not like she even has someone to have the baby with. Guess she would need to figure that out first, right?”
Maggie smiled playfully and opened a bag of Planter’s Peanuts that I had brought back from our supply run. Before I left she had mentioned she had a craving for them, so I made sure to grab them while we were out.
“Putting the cart a little before the horse, I guess …” Maggie and I both started to laugh.
Maggie leaned across the table and whispered. “Well, between me and you … I think she’s got a little thing for Daryl.” She leaned in closer until we were almost nose to nose. “In fact … I think they’ve been sneakin’ around behind all our backs this whole time. I mean, I’ve seen them flirt with each other … like a thousand times. And, you’re gonna tell me that haven’t gotten it on? Bull shit!”
I laughed. Maggie had a way with tellin’ like it is. But, after my last supply run, I had my doubts about Carol and Daryl. Although everyone seemed to think they had a little somethin’ goin’ on; I was starting to see that maybe we had it all wrong with these two. Maybe they were ‘just friends’. It’s all they ever said about the topic whenever anyone ever asked in jest about the two of them.
“Well … I don’t know about that.”
“Why? What don’t you know?” Maggie seemed intrigued. “Daryl tell ya somethin’?”
“No, no. It’s not like that.”
Maggie was on to me; I could never hide anything from her. She prodded me for more details.
“Well, out with it!”
“It’s just … well, on this last run …”
I scratched the back of my head; I didn’t really know how to bring it up … or, if I even should bring it up.
“Yeah? What about your last run?”
“It’s just, well … we got into some trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
I could see Maggie was immediately worried, and I hated to do that to her. “Trouble” and “supply run” were two words that should never be said in the same sentence. I told her that I was fine and that I was never really in any danger. However, Daryl on the other hand, had gotten himself into some trouble … and he was careless about it too.
“What do ya mean, Daryl got himself into trouble? That’s not like him at all.”
“I know.” I continued to tell Maggie the entire story.
“So, basically you’re tellin’ me that Daryl almost got himself killed over a Butterfinger … for Beth? You gotta be freakin’ kidding me?”
“Shhh!” I tried to quiet her down. “Yes, he did!.”
“No way. You’re joking!”
“I’m not! I swear. And, when I questioned him about it on the way back to the prison, he got all “Daryl” on me. He just kinda shut down.”
Maggie looked on eagerly waiting for me to continue.
“Oh, come on. You know how he is. He shuts down when you bring up emotional topics with him. It’s the truth! He does …”
“Yeah, no, I know.”
“I think … I think he might have a little ‘thing’ for your sister … for Beth.”
“No way! You’re nuts, Glenn. You’re more nuts than this peanut!”
Maggie laughed and through a peanut from the bag she’d been eating out of. Hit me right in the head.
“I’m serious … you should have seen how quiet he got when I questioned him about it. I’m tellin’ you … I think he likes her.”
“Of course he likes Beth. We’re all close here. He was probably just tryin’ to do somethin’ nice for her.”
“You weren’t there, Maggie. I’m tellin’ you he “likes her” likes her. I could see it in his face.”
“No, you’re way off base. What about him and Carol?”
”I don’t know about him and Carol. But, I’ll tell ya one thing … no ones ever seen the two of them together like that; and they’ve always maintained they were just friends.”
Maggie settled back into her seat and got comfortable and put her legs up on the table.
“I mean, Beth might have a little crush on Daryl.” She gave me a mischievous grin. “I could see that; I mean what girl doesn’t? He is quite the catch.”
“He is! He’s a good guy.” I replied in Daryl’s defense.
“I know he is; I’m not joking about that. Daryl’s great! He’s an amazing guy. And, to tell you the truth; I’d love it if Daryl and Beth got together. My sister is a sweetheart and she deserves a great guy, and Daryl is the best. But … I don’t think Daryl looks at Beth like that. But, if he did; I’d be happy for her … for the both of them. Wouldn’t you?”
“Of course, I would. It’s just … well, I never would’ve guessed those two hookin’ up.”
“Well, I don’t think they are. I still think you’re wrong about that. Yes, it’s a little weird that he risked his life for a candy bar, but I still think you’re wrong.”
She laughed and smiled.
“Well, Glenn, my love … that was quite the story.”
“What was quite the story?” Carol’s voice called out as she entered back into the Cell Block C.
She walked over and sat down next to Maggie.
“Oh, nothin’. Glenn was just tellin’ me here how Daryl almost became dinner for a bunch of walkers on their last run.”
Carol’s face frowned. “That’s terrible. What happened?”
“Glenn said that Daryl risked his life … for some Butterfingers.”
Carol looked completely confused.
“Butterfingers? Why the hell would he do that?”
“Guess he promised he’d get some for Beth. It’s supposed to be a surprise, so don’t say anything to her.”
Maggie giggle a bit and continued to eat from the bag of peanuts she had in her hand.
Carol’s lips pursed into a semi-smile.
“Butterfingers, huh? I mean, they are delicious, but that sounds quite risky for a little ole candy bar, doesn’t it?”
“I don’t know, Carol. Daryl’s pretty capable. I’m sure he knew exactly what he was doing and wasn’t really in any danger. I think Glenn is just exaggerating.”
Maggie winked at me. I just smiled and nodded at Carol. I went along with the whole ‘exaggeration’ theory. But, I wasn’t exaggerating. Daryl really did risk his life for those damn candy bars, whether Maggie believed me or not.
Maggie’s POV –
Glenn, Carol and I were all still sittin’ at the table when we heard the door to the prison yard swoosh open and then slam close very loudly. We all looked up expecting to see one of the guys walking in, but there she was … my little sis, Beth. And, from the looks of her; she seemed like she was very upset.
“Hey, Beth. Everythin’ alright?”
“Sure … I’m fine.” She lied.
Beth found her way over to the table and sat before me. When she looked up at me, I could tell something was definitely bothering her. I knew that look; I’d seen it before.
“Hey?” I smiled and put my arm around her shoulder. “Come on, everything okay?”
“No … I’m fine.” She seemed deep in thought.
“Seriously, Beth?” My eyebrows arched eye; prodding her to explain what was going on with her.
She took a couple of deep breaths before finally responding.
“It’s nothin’ really. I was just outside and well …it’s Daryl. Guess he is just in a bad mood or somethin’.”
“Really? Why do you say that?” Carol interjected curiously.
“Like I said, it’s nothin’. He was just … well? … Kinda bein’ a little mean, if ya ask me.”
I looked over at Carol; she looked genuinely concerned. Then, my eyes caught Glenn’s; he raised his brows. I wasn't sure if Daryl’s lousy mood was due to his close call yesterday or if it was something else. What I did know, was that the look on Glenn’s face told me that he wanted me keep quiet about the whole run in with the walkers and the Butterfinger Incident, as it would later be called. I didn’t know what the big deal was, but I knew Glenn had wanted me to keep it under wraps for right now – so I did.
“Well, what happened? Ya can’t just come in here and tell me that Daryl was mean to ya and not tell me what happened.”
"No, it’s nothin’. Alright?” She paused and thought for a moment. “I don’t really want to talk about it, if ya don’t mind.”
I looked over at Carol. She still had the same look of concern on her face. She followed up with Beth, to see if she could remedy the situation. “Sure, you’re alright? But, you seem kinda upset.”
“No, I’m fine, everyone. Really. It’s not a big deal.”
Beth looked over at Glenn; she seemed to have realized something while sitting there.
“You sure nothin’ happened out there yesterday?”
Glenn almost spit out the water he had in his mouth.
“Ummm. No. It went great. Why?”
“Jus askin’, is all. I thought maybe that had somethin’ to do with it.”
“No, no. We were good. No trouble at all.”
Glenn, Carol and I all looked at each other with a knowing gaze. Carol nodded to me; motioning for me to come take Judith. So, I got up and walked over and scooped her up in my arms.
I cradled her in my arms for a moment before scrunching my nose as if I smelled something in her diaper and held my arms out; giving her back to Beth.
“Beth? Why don’t you take Judith up? I think she might need to be changed.”
“I just changed her!”
Beth giggled and laid Judith against her chest and patted her back.
“Maybe she just peed a little - I’ll check her.”
As she started for the stairs, she called over to me.
“Maggie! Ya mind bringin’ up that box of baby supplies to my room?”
I looked over at Carol and Glenn; they both looked as relieved as I felt. There was obviously some weirdness going on between Beth and Daryl; I just really couldn’t figure it out. I know Glenn thought maybe there was something going on between them – romantically speaking, but I wasn’t convinced.
“Sure, Beth. Be up in a second.” I looked over at Carol. “Hey, Carol. Where did you and daddy put that box of baby supplies Daryl and Glenn got back?”
Carol pointed to Cell Block B and smiled.
I gave Glenn a kiss on the forehead and got up from the table.
“I’ll be back later to finish this conversation.”
As I walked away, I could already hear Carol grilling Glenn about the supply run.
I really didn’t know what to think about Daryl risking his life to surprise Beth, but I was sure Carol would have a thing or two to say about …
Glenn’s POV –
Shortly after Maggie left, Carol and I heard someone else walk in through the main prison entrance. The door closed shut and from the darkness of the hallway, I could see one of the new guys come in, Nick, I think.
He sauntered in as if he owned the place. His combat boots echoed in the prison as he walked closer and closer to us. Finally, he was right next to our table, pulled his leg up and put his foot on one of the empty chairs.
“Either of you two seen my brother, Mike?”
A mischievous smile crossed his face; he looked like he just got away with something. He always kinda managed to look like a jerk ... his general demeanor was just unpleasant.
Carol immediately chimed in. “No, haven’t seen your brother this morning. However, I did hear
Tyrese askin’ around for able bodied men for some of the construction projects we got going on around here. You might wanna take a look on the East side of the prison, outside of Cell Block B. I think they might be over there right now.”
Carol smiled pleasantly at Nick.
“Thanks, doll.” Nick nodded to Carol and started to walk off towards Cell Block B.
Once he was out of ear shot, I leaned over and nudged Carol.
“What’s up with that guy anyways? You know much about him and his brother?”
“I don’t really know him or his brother that well, but they seem nice enough. Why?”
“I don’t know. Just somethin’ feels … a little off.”
“Really? I don’t know about that. Plus, I think we’re all entitled to be a little “off” these days – don’t cha think?” Carol laughed.
I smiled. She was right. I mean, who was I to judge someone’s people skills that hadn’t been around actual living and breathing people for as long as him and his brother did.
“Guess you’re right, Carol.”
She smiled. “I know; I usually am.”
Maggie’s POV –
When I entered the storage area, I looked around and saw that the room was filled with boxes stacked from the floor to the ceiling.
Shit. Where is it?
As I sifted through the boxes and moved others around, I came across one filled with liquor.
The hell? They brought back alcohol? I wonder whose idea that was?
After a few minutes, I finally came across the box marked ‘baby’ on it.
‘Ha!’ I said out loud to myself.
I opened the top and sure enough there were several large packages of diapers, wipes, creams, powders lotions and about two dozen cans of formula. I pulled one of the smaller empty boxes to the floor and began to fill it with some of the items I thought Beth might need for Judith this week.
“Jesus!” I looked up over my shoulder and Nick was standing over me. “You scared me!”
“Sorry bout that.” He smiled.
“I didn’t even hear you walk up.” I exhaled deeply a few times; my nerves shot. “You shouldn’t go sneakin’ up on people like that.”
“I wasn't sneakin’ up on you; you just didn’t hear me.” He paused and looked down at the box filled with items for Judith. “Looks like you were preoccupied. Got babies on your brain, from the looks of it.”
He smiled devilishly as if he had caught on to something.
“Well, I guess I was preoccupied.” I threw the last can of formula in the box and closed it. “But, I definitively do not have babies on the brain; that’s for sure.”
Nick seemed intrigued. “No?”
I pretended that I was irritated and sarcastically responded . “Not that it’s any of your business, but no.”
“Huh? I would’ve pegged you for the mommy-type.”
“Yeah. I mean … you and Glenn and like married right?”
“Right … And? …”
“So, I would’ve thought you’d be the type of gal that would want babies. That’s all.”
I pursed my lips and arched my brows, as my fake irritation grew to real irritation.
“Well, it’s not that I don’t like babies. I love them. It’s just I don’t really think this is the time or place to be having babies is all.”
“I guess.” Nick looked around and threw his hands up. “Look around you though … things are good here. We’ve got everything we could ever want or need. Protection; food; water … a chance for a real life. What more could you want?”
“I know it seems great now. It’s just …” I paused. I hadn’t wanted to get so personal with this guy. I mean, I hardly knew him and I was discussing why I didn’t want to have kids with my husband?
“It’s just what? Come on, tell me. I’m curious.” I gave me a big smile. “Please…”
“Well, I guess it’s not out of the question. But, things have just quieted down for us, and we’re just now getting on our feet and building towards something. And, after everything that happened here, I …”
“You mean with The Governor?”
“Yeah, with him …” I paused as I certainly wasn’t going to go into the details of that night with him. “I just don’t know how safe any place can be … the living have caused just as much harm as the dead.”
His smile faded from his face; he seemed to understand.
“But, how long can you live your life in fear? If you can’t really ‘live’ … then, what are you fighting so hard for every day?”
I was a little taken back by his comments; I hadn’t expected him to be so philosophical.
“I suppose.” I smiled and brushed the hair away from my face. “You do have a point there Nick.”
“Well, thank you.” He seemed pleased with himself. Not in an arrogant way; he just seemed happy that he helped.
And, he did help me. Well, he helped me to realize something that I already knew deep down inside. The more I thought about it, the more I realized just how much I had been struggling with topics like that ever since Woodbury. I couldn’t see bringing a child into this world; not with all the walkers and everything else I’d experienced with the living. But, maybe someday, I’d feel different.
“Yeah, maybe someday …”
“Sure … and, ya never know? Might be sooner than you think?”
“Well, I don’t know about that, but maybe … in time.”
He nodded and looked at the ground and tilted his head and sized up the box on the floor.
“Ya want any help with that? It looks heavy.”
“No, thank you though.”
“Alright, well then I’m just gonna head out then. Hoping my brother’s outside with Tyrese.”
“Yeah. I think he is actually. I think Tyrese recruited him for some construction they got going on just outside here.”
“That’s what I heard … see ya later then.”
I quickly grabbed the box of baby stuff and briskly walked back to Cell Block C and passed right by Glenn and Carol who were still sitting at the table. I dropped the box with Beth who was playing with Judith, and rushed back downstairs and grabbed Glenn’s hand.
I pulled him to his feet and towards the stairs.
Glenn looked really confused. “Wait, where are we going?”
I bit my lip and responded. “I just wanna talk to you … in private, okay?”
Glenn gave me a funny face. He knew what I was suggesting, but I don’t think he fully believed it.
It had about a month since Woodbury and everything that had happened with The Governor. Glenn had been really supportive and understanding, and didn’t even suggest that we have sex. Hell, he hadn’t even brought up the topic yet.
All Glenn knew was that The Governor had hurt me and I wasn't ready to have sex yet. But, the reality was that it had been over a month since were intimate - about a week or two before Woodbury to be exact. And, since we got back, Glenn had made a point not to rush me; he knew something was off with me - he just didn't know how bad it had been and how 'off' I really was.
I had felt especially terrible, since I had kept a secret from Glenn. I hadn't told him everything that happened at Woodbury with The Governor; he didn't know the whole truth, and I didn't want him too. I didn't want him to know all of the awful things he had done to me; I just wanted to forget it ever happened. But, hiding things from Glenn and lying to him also made me feel distant from him. With all of that running through my mind, it's no wonder that I wasn't ready to be intimate yet.
But, after talking with Nick, I realized something very important ... something that really struck a nerve with me.
And, I realized that I didn’t want anyone – not The Governor, the walkers, or anyone else to affect how I lived my life. And, that was it … I had to fight everyday to live, and if I’m not doing it for love, my family and my future – then what the hell am I doing it for?
Glenn and I arrived back at our cell and I pulled the blankets down to cover our cell for privacy.
“What are you doing?”
I pulled off my shirt and began to kiss him. We lost ourselves in each other for a moment, before Glenn pulled away.
“Are you sure? Are you sure you’re ready?”
I smiled and ran my hand threw his hair and on the back of his neck. He looked deep into my eyes and I could see just how much Glenn really did love me. And, I loved him. I felt like a weight had been lifted from me, and I decided that I wasn’t going to live my life in fear anymore; not when each day could be your last.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I pulled him close and kissed him hard again.
And, it was then … in the middle of the day, after a conversation with basically a stranger that I realized that I was still fighting for something – a future with Glenn; a future with all of the possibilities a married couple share.
“I love you, Glenn. I want to be with you.”
He smiled as I pulled off his shirt.
“I love you too, Maggie.”
Before long we were both naked and on a blanket on floor of our cell. It had been so long since we’d been intimate; it almost felt like the first time again. Every kiss and every caress sent chills down my body; like electricity. We took our time and took it slow. With every moment that passed, I could feel us getting closer and closer; back to the way things were before everything had happened – before my nightmare at Woodbury.
With every kiss, I remembered the trust we shared. And, as he touched my body; I could feel all of my fear and apprehension falling farther and farther away from me. Instead, I felt the enormous love and passion I had for him as I finally let Glenn inside of me again.
And, for the first time in more than a month, Glenn and I made love.
END CHAPTER SEVEN
Well, it's good news for the time being for Glenn and Maggie! But, I know everyone is still wondering what's up with Daryl and Beth ... the last time they talked things were tense ...
However, I felt the story needed some different perspectives – especially, from Glenn and Maggie, who you can tell from this chapter are just now getting a sense that there might be something going on with Daryl and Beth. And, at the same time are still trying to figure out what is going on with their relationship as well. If you haven't read "Maggie's Nightmare" you may want to check it out, as this story is very much connected to it and will continue to have themes and events that relate to the other story.
In "My Guardian" there only be a chapter here or there told from Maggie or Glenn’s POV, just as needed. Only if will help illuminate other story plots or give the perspective of other members of the group as they watch what is going on with Beth and Daryl.
This is a companion fanfic, so for those of you reading “Maggie’ Nightmare” this chapter just filled you in on a crucial moment in Maggie and Glenn’s relationship, when their relationship ‘gets back on track’ after the events that took place in Woodbury – at least for a little while.
And, for those of you who have read “Maggie’s Nightmare,” you know that the chapters told from Daryl and Beth’s POV in that story were written to give some of the back story as well as set things up for other events that will come up in the chapters to come. So, you can expect the same here ;)
So, let me know what you think; like it, love it, hate it ... let me know your thoughts. If you've got a moment, please leave me a note or comment on your way out ... I'd love to hear from you all :-D
** I've got Chapter Eight ready to post ... So, as soon as this chapter gets 5 reviews - I'll post it! I know, I know ... I'm a sucker for comments and reviews. So, it's a bit of a bribe, but I'm hoping to hear from more of you ;-)
Here's a Teaser Chapter Eight: This chapter will be ALL Deth/Bethyl. Both Daryl and Beth will be having some major revelations about life, love and about their undeniable feelings for each other. Maggie has some advice for Beth that will lead Beth to make some bold moves when it comes to Daryl …
Looking forward to hearing from you!!