The cells were quiet. Occasionally, there was a slight shuffle of someone's feet. A clang of a metal door closing as people switched watch shifts. Sometimes, they could hear Daryl spit out the bad taste that had settled in his mouth. But overall, it was a quiet evening.

He sat down on his moldy cot and leaned back against the cement wall. A long day on his feet. Waiting. Worrying. Wishing for a way out.

He found that in her. When he closed his eyes and just concentrated on her smile when he did something stupid, her eyes right after they kissed, her fingers touching his skin. He could just escape just for a second.

"Hey." It was just for a second. "You awake?" she whispered. She approached him and squeezed herself onto the cot with him, making herself comfortable against his body.

"You think you can just use me like that?" he retorted.

"Goddamn it, Glenn." She flinched slightly. "Don't scare me like that."

He moved so that her body, which had gotten significantly smaller since they first met, fit comfortably in his. She sighed deeply and dreamily in his arms, which also had lost some of their girth since the apocalypse.

"Can I ask you a question?" he mumbled against her ear.

"Anything."

"If we met before all this-"

"Don't bring this up again."

"Just hear me out. If we met before all this. Before the walkers and everything. And you still liked me-"

"Why do you always think that?"

"What?"

"Why do you always think that if it weren't for the end of the world, I would've just passed you by?"

"Well, because you're popular and pretty and… Will you let me finish my question please?"

"Fine. But for the record, I love you. Right here, right now. And that's all that matters."

There was a moment of silence as he let it sink in. He felt her hand wrap around his and give it a gentle squeeze.

"Maggie, do you ever think about what our lives would be like if things were normal? And we were like this, together?"

"Sure." She laughed.

"I'm serious!"

"I'd have three kids."

"Three!?" She laughed again but this time, it sounded sad.

"I'd have three kids," she said as she traced the knuckles on his hand. "I would finish school first, though. Get a degree somewhere and then get a job. Somewhere that'd make my dad proud. We would live somewhere nice. Maybe up in South Carolina. I had an aunt there. Near the beach so we could go out and take walks in the evening next to the water. But you'd have to teach me how to swim so we can take our kids out to play in the ocean." She paused. "I want at least one girl, though. Raise her right and make sure she doesn't make the same mistakes as I did. I'd make sure she grows up right."

"You'd make a great mother, Maggie."

And then the thought of a family together truly struck him. But coupled with the hopelessness of reality, he suddenly felt deflated. "I don't think I'd be a good dad," he sighed. "I don't think I'd be a good dad at all."

"What're you talking about?"

"I can teach you how to swim though. I guess I could teach the kids how to swim too. But I'm not as strong as Rick or Hershel. Those guys are dads but me?" He didn't even know if he was joking. But he hoped he wasn't. The image of him and Maggie together making a family began to become clearer and clearer as he concentrated harder and harder.

"Our kids would have the best father in the world." She leaned her head against his chest and he could feel her breath in and out. She took his hands. "When they go to school, our kids are going to talk about their daddy and how he's so brave. Oh, so brave and strong. They're going to come home and see us. Me and you on the couch watching television." She laughed happily this time, maybe at the irony of it all. "They're going to tell us what they learned, about the silly things they did. I'm going to make dinner for us while you play with them outside. Later, I'm going to look out the window and see you. And you look so happy."

He didn't know, but she was smiling. She was smiling with tears in her eyes.

"And you're going to see me and I'm going to be so damn happy. We'll have dinner from some recipe my mom had. The kids will be tired so we'll put them to bed. Then it'll just be me and you."

"I like the sound of that," he mumbled softly as pressed his head against hers.

"We'll go outside and take that walk. Just me and you."

They both laid in the quiet until sleep took over. That night, they dreamed of that future, that walk together, their love. Because they deserved it.