Author's Note: I have read a few Maggie/Tara stories so I decided to take a swing at it. Hopefully I do the fans of this couple some justice. As the summary states this is a girl peen story which I decided to play with lol.
Tara Chambler looked around her surroundings and at her surrogate family as she took in the scenery around their temporary shelter. The large, blue, two story house and barn was nothing spectacular with a long wraparound porch that contained two rocking chairs slowly rocking in the wind.
Rick, their leader, said they would stay here for a few days while they worked on their bus that had recently broken down in the front yard on their way to Washington DC.
"Hey come help me with the perimeter check. Daryl and Sasha are checking the inside to make sure it's safe for everyone," Rick said as he patted her shoulder indicating that she needed to get off the bus. She gave her seat mate, Maggie Greene a small smile as she stood up.
"Sure thing Sherriff," Tara joked as she walked off the bus earning a small chuckle from Rick as they followed Daryl and Sasha towards the house.
Tara took one side of the house as Rick searched the other. Her hand reaching down for her knife, readying herself for walkers or whatever else decided to pop up. She saw nothing significant as she surveyed the yard and met up with Rick, who is also empty handed.
Together, they headed inside and step onto a large living area. Tara heard the other two upstairs as they rummage through the house. After a few minutes, Daryl and Sasha came down the stairs.
"It's all clear. Everyone can sleep down here for safety. We can have a couple of lookouts during the night," Daryl stated as he rested his crossbow against his side.
"Here take this. It's gonna start getting cold soon," Sasha gave Tara a light blue blanket. Tara smiled in appreciation as she took the blanket, flinging it over her shoulder.
Together, they all went out the door towards the bus where the rest of their makeshift family was waiting.
"Everything is clear. We can stay here for a few days as we work on the bus engine. We can go on supply runs to get more supplies and auto parts. Should be good to rest here for a bit," Rick announced when he stepped onto the bus, letting everyone get out and explore their new surroundings. Tara gave Maggie a small smile as she helped the other woman off the bus and took her bags.
"You know I can carry my own bags, Tara." Maggie mocked an annoyed tone causing Tara to chuckle.
"I know you can but I'm just being chivalrous. I also got a blanket for you tonight so you won't get cold," Tara looked back at Maggie as she took the steps into the house and placed their bags in the corner along with the blanket.
"Such a gentleman," Maggie said with a sly smile as Tara laughed.
"Just trying to make sure you are taken care of," Tara gave her an endearing look as she went back outside to see if there was anything she could help the group with, leaving Maggie to deal with the little butterflies that had filled her stomach when Tara smiled at her.
The group removed their belongings and went about doing individual jobs to help make the house comfortable for the next few days. Maggie and Carol went through their food supplies to see how long it would last them. Carl rocked Judith back and forth in his arms in an attempt to keep the infant happy.
Daryl and Tara went out to gather firewood as the others tried to see what engine parts the bus would need and see where they could salvage supplies. Since the sun was already down as the firewood was gathered and a fire started, Rick decided the group could turn in for the night.
Tara and Daryl volunteered to take the first shift of the night watch so the others could get some rest. Then Rick and Michonne would take the next rotation.
Maggie was a bit saddened that Tara wouldn't be there when she went to sleep but she knew Tara worked hard to help make sure the group and her were protected. She smiled as thoughts of the other woman filled her head as she laid down, wrapping the blanket around her.
"Hey I just wanted to say goodnight," Tara whispered as she placed a small kiss on Maggie's forehead.
"Night," Maggie smiled as the kiss filled her body with good feelings of comfort and safety.
Tara took off her plaid over shirt giving it to Maggie so she could cuddle with it until she got back. Maggie took the shirt holding onto it as she soaked up the smell that was uniquely Tara. She watched as her friend grabbed her gun and went out into the cold night.
Tara closed her eyes for a split second as the cold wind touched her skin and rocked the chair next to her. She opened them and surveyed the open land in front of her for any threat to her family. She was determined more than anything not to lose anyone else after everything the group had been through and lost...Tyreese, Beth, Bob, Glenn. Glenn. That name struck the most sadness in her especially on night watches like this.
After the whole Terminus mess, she and Glenn had become close quickly developing a sister/brother relationship. They always went on supply runs together and volunteered for the night watches where they would just joke around, talking for hours. They would often talk about past relationships, how their lives had been before everything had gone downhill.
Tara often told him about girls she had dated and funny one night stand stories. Tara often joked that Glenn was her brother from another mother and he quickly became her best friend. Poor Maggie often had to endure their constant inside jokes and immaturity at times.
In fact, Glenn was the first person she told about her "condition". She was a normal woman except for the extra appendage down below. When she was younger she went to the doctor who said it was caused by extra testosterone and whatever medical jargon he spewed. It never bothered her or her family.
The girls she would hook up with would never make a fuss about it. She knew there were others out there like her, a small number but still. Now with the apocalypse she doubted there were many left.
Glenn hadn't made a big deal out of it saying he knew someone before who worked with him at the pizza parlor that had the same condition. He doubted they were still alive. Soon with Glenn's encouragement, she was able to tell the rest of her group. To her surprise, everyone was supportive and no one made her feel like a freak.
Tara smiled as memories of her best friend invaded her tired mind. Life had been good during that time despite the whole zombie apocalypse thing. They had lost people of course but they always found a way to bounce back as a group.
They were resilient like that. As long as Tara had Glenn and Maggie around, she was content with her makeshift family and felt like she could do anything.
Then everything changed a few months ago. It seemed like centuries ago whenever the incident crossed her mind, the sadness pinged at her soul. The group had just lost Tyreese and had said their goodbyes, their morale and motivation were low. Maggie and Sasha were both distraught over the loss of their siblings, just bodies walking around without any real goal or happiness.
Abraham and Rick decided that the best course of action would be to go to Washington DC even after Eugene had lied about knowing a cure. Maybe there were more people somewhere else, a settlement where they could finally be safe from everything. They never noticed the other pack following them, sizing them up.
The attack happened on a hot night after a day of walking and getting to nowhere. No food. No water. No reliable vehicles to use. Tara had just closed her eyes, resting her head against a tree when suddenly a parade of about ten people jumped from the woods making their malicious presence known.
Confused, Tara grabbed her knife looking to see where help was needed. She saw Rick fighting with some burly man with Carl and Judith behind him. Carol and Daryl were fighting two other scrawny men and looked liked they had things under control. Eugene was crouched behind Abraham and Rosita as they killed some man with mud all over his face.
Suddenly she heard a scream, turning she saw a large, dirty man with a grey beard, punch Glenn while two others grabbed Maggie and Sasha beginning to drag them away from the campsite. Tara watched as the large man roughly grabbed Glenn by the shirt and dragged him along in the same direction as the others. Tara ran as fast as she could, tackling the guy and punching him in the mouth drawing blood. The man responded by grabbing a rock, hitting her hard in the head quickly disorientating her. He got up in a hurry, swiftly kicking her in the stomach to keep her down.
"You grabbin that one also, Thomas?" She heard a rough voice call out to her enemy.
"Nah too much trouble. Just the two girls and the Chinese fella," The man wiped blood from his mouth, kicking her once again in the stomach for good measure before following his pack with the hostages.
Tara stayed down until she was sure Thomas was gone. She slowly sat up, rubbing her head, feeling the blood start to accumulate. Suddenly the realization that Sasha, Maggie, and Glenn had been taken caused her to jump to her feet, running in the direction they had been forced.
She knew she should run the two to three miles back to the others but she couldn't waste time. She had to keep them in her sights and save them. It also didn't help that she was already behind since it took her a few minutes to compose herself and assess her injuries. No matter how hurt she was, Tara was going to save Glenn, Maggie, and Sasha or die trying.
Meanwhile, at the campsite of the blood thirsty men, the three hostages were tied up and gagged. Maggie was crying inconsolably, Sasha was glaring with hatred in her eyes, while Glenn nodded in and out of consciousness.
All of a sudden, four other men joined their hostages. One of them had a baseball bat, looking maliciously at the group. Thomas.
"Your fuckin' group killed six of my men. Six! What the fuck. We just wanted some supplies. Maybe some bitches also but damn. Now it's just the four of us left. And now ya'll are gonna havta pay," Thomas glared at Glenn.
"Don't worry we will take care of your little ladies…won't we fellas?" he cackled as the others nodded in agreement.
One man grabbed Maggie, holding her body against his. "Yeah, I'm gonna have loads of fun with this one," he whispered in her ear.
Tara felt her adrenaline go through the roof.. She heard voices. She was close. She grabbed her knife and readied herself for an attack, hoping she wasn't too late.
"Brent…calm down buddy. We have plenty of time for that after we kill the rest of the group. Reckon I already killed one. I think. I did knock her pretty hard," Thomas crackled as he swung his baseball bat back and forth.
"Oh well…time to add to the count." Suddenly, Thomas swung the bat and connected with Glenn's skull, the crack produced was deafening.
Maggie and Sasha screamed in horror as Thomas brought the bat up and down, hitting Glenn's weak body over and over again. Glenn's blood ricocheting all over them as he was hit countless time, groaning as his body suffered pelt after pelt.
Maggie tried to squirm away to help, her captor holding her tight. Sasha frantically tried to untie her hands but to no avail.
Suddenly, Thomas was on the ground as he was again tackled by Tara. Before he had time to react, she plunged her knife deep inside the side of his face; his body squirming until he was dead. The other men were equally surprised as they left Sasha and Maggie alone to take on Tara.
Tara grabbed Thomas' gun from his belt and easily shot two of them in the head bringing them down instantly. Brent seeing he was in trouble grabbed Maggie, holding a knife to her throat.
"Come any closer…she dies," he threatened as he pushed the knife into her throat a little drawing blood to show the others that he was serious. Maggie cried, her eyes meeting Tara's as she silently pleaded for her to save her life.
Tara glared at Brent as she put the gun down, making it seem like she was going to give in. Grabbing her knife, she swung it into his leg. The knife pierced Brent's leg causing him to scream out in pain, letting go of Maggie.
Tara picked up Thomas' discarded bat, gently pushed Maggie to the side as she tackled Brent, punching him in the face. Brent fell over crying out for mercy as Tara brought the bat down over and over again on his body until finally Sasha grabbed her from behind.
"Stop. He's dead…he's dead," she whispered trying to calm Tara down. Tara didn't realize she had beaten the man to a pulp; the blood of all the men soaked her clothes.
Tara looked around. All the men were dead but so was Glenn. She hadn't made it in time. Maggie was at his side crying uncontrollably. She hung her head down, holding back the tears that threatened to come out. Her best friend, her brother was dead.
Tara came back to reality as Daryl walked up to the front of the house, holding a small bottle in his hand.
"Want some?" he offered her a bottle of whisky, which Tara took a generous drink from.
Rick and Michonne came out of the house, dismissing them from their post. Tara walked into the house, smiling to herself as she saw Maggie under the blanket in the corner. Tara sat down next to Maggie causing her to wake up.
"Lay down with me," she muttered still half asleep. Tara followed directions, laying down and allowing Maggie to cuddle up into her side, her head resting on her chest, and her arm across Tara's stomach. Tara wrapped her arms around Maggie's body, placing a soft kiss on her head as she closed her eyes to try to sleep.
Tara knew she loved Maggie, probably loved her since the day she first met her. After Glenn's death she was the only one who could get through to Maggie and help her to live again.
Ever since that day, she had vowed to protect Maggie no matter the cost. Tara felt like it was the least she could do since she felt guilty for being too late that night. If only she had arrived a few minutes earlier, Glenn would still be here. Maggie wouldn't be a widow.
Maggie made it clear to Tara that she didn't blame her for her husband's death. In fact, the event had drawn them closer together like never before. Maggie knew deep down that she was falling for her friend but she kept it to herself.
Every day that passed she let a piece of Glenn go and clung to Tara a little more. She knew she would always love Glenn but she felt like she could love Tara more than anything if she admitted her feelings. Tara, meanwhile, hoped one day Maggie could love her, having no idea that Maggie was falling more and more in love with her with each passing day.
Author's Note: Okay there's chapter one. Don't worry there will be more Maggie/Tara interactions in the chapters following this one. I just wanted to give you guys the group's mindset and whereabouts. I think this story could be fairly long if people are interested as I have a few ideas on where I want to take this. I will try to update regularly. Thanks for reading!