Everyone was frozen to the places they each kneeled on the ground. Abraham's lifeless body laid next to Maggie as she tried to keep her gaze anywhere but beside her. After Negan and his men left, everyone broke down. Maggie looked to Glenn and saw tears streaming down his face. She let out a quiet sob; one of sorrow, but also of pain. When Glenn saw the pain on Maggie's face, he crawled on hands and knees to where she knelt.
"Maggie, what's wrong? What happened?" he looked at her with panic in his bloodshot eyes.
She couldn't say anything. While looking at Glenn, her eyes had moved to the blood soaked ground next to her where Abraham's head should've been.
"This… this is my fault. We shouldn't have left Alexandria. I'm so sorry," she said, still staring at the body.
"Mags, this is not your fault. Don't think that. None of this is your fault." Glenn stroked her face, but she couldn't look at him.
"He could've picked you," she said to him, finally making eye contact. He saw the tears staining her face, knowing that she would have done anything to stop Negan if he had picked him. But he also knew that he would give up his life to save Maggie. His Maggie. He looked down at her shaking hands that she had brought up to her belly. Her eyes met his and she let out another sob; louder than the first. In that moment, he knew why she looked so sick. Something was wrong with the baby. His heart sank and his breath caught in his throat.
"I'm sorry Glenn. I think we…" she couldn't finish.
She knew he would understand what she was trying to say. Glenn always understood her. He wrapped his arms around her, careful not to cause her any pain. Maggie looked back down to the ground next to her. She hadn't noticed everyone around them working to carry Abraham's body to the RV. She tried to stand, but a stabbing pain ripped through her belly. Crying out, she collapsed back to the ground. In an instant Glenn's arms were around her, scooping her up and carrying her to the RV. He placed a light kiss on her hair, silently praying that she and the baby would be alright. He felt her tears soaking his shirt and knew that she was trying her hardest to stay strong for him.
As they made their way to Hilltop, Glenn placed a gentle hand on his wife's belly. He noticed that her shirt was bloody, and in a panic, lifted it to see what was causing the bleeding. On her belly was a shallow, but long, gash just below her belly button. She looked up at him with puffy, red eyes and gave him a small, embarrassed smile.
"It happened when they captured me and Carol," she said with a wince. "It wasn't very bad, but I must have ripped it open again."
Glenn also noticed the bruises on her belly and side.
"What did they do to you, Maggie?" His voice was cold and hard.
"When we were escapin', one of the people pulled a knife on me. She knee'd me in the belly and then swung her knife. I thought it just cut my shirt, I didn't feel it."
She hadn't wanted to tell Glenn. She knew he'd be so angry. And she was right. He was furious, but not at her. She knew that he'd do anything to keep her safe. She reminded him that all of them were dead. The people that took them had been taken care of before they left escaped. But Maggie knew that if they had left any of them alive, Glenn would have gone back and killed them all. She winced again and he wrapped his arms around her tighter than usual, as if she would fall apart if he let go. He kissed her forehead before resting his head on hers.
"Maggie, we're gonna be okay. Our baby's gonna be okay. And our group will recovery from everything that's happened to us. I promise."