This is set in season two when Beth was considering killing herself. Maggie is trying to help and has finally come up with something that she is sure will.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Walking Dead or any of the characters in this story. I also do not own the song Be Good by Emily Kinney.
Maggie barged into Beth's bedroom holding a dusty guitar in one hand and pushing a tv on a rolling cart with the other.
"Get oouut." Beth groaned. "You don't need to supervise me every minute of everyday." Maggie glared at her.
"If you're planning on killing yourself, then yeah, I do. Dad's not here it's my job to help you."
"I don't need your help."
"Doesn't matter."
Maggie carefully placed the guitar against the wall and started plugging in the TV. Beth now realized that she also had been holding a tape labeled "Beth talent show, 2008"
"What the hell are you doing anyways?" She muttered.
Maggie inserted the tape into the movie player, ignoring Beth. When she pressed the power button, the TV lit up with a picture of Beth on a stage holding her guitar. Maggie paused it before it could play.
"This was you last year singing for your school's talent show." She said.
"Yeah..." Beth looked confused and tired.
Maggie pressed play and let them watch for a minute.
It's unclear now what we intend
We're alone in our own world
You don't wanna be my boyfriend
And I don't wanna be your girl
After the first few lines Maggie spoke up. "Look at how happy you are up there, when you sing, you always get that huge smile on your face and you can't stop for hours after you perform." She was right, from miles away you could see that gigantic smile. Even looking at Beth now, even with her face haunted with grief, you could see exactly where her eyes would wrinkle up when she smiled like that.
"This is the you I want to see. I want to see you happy again. I know you can get there." Maggie smiled at Beth, hoping to see some sort of light in her eyes. Something to tell her that she wasn't drifting away again. Nothing. The song kept playing.
Now I'm laughing at my boredom
And my string of failed attempts
Because you think that it's important
And I welcome the sentiment
And we talk on the phone at night
Until it's daylight
And I feel clever
"Why are you showing me this, Maggie?"
"Because it's step one of two to making you better."
"How is this-"
"Don't, just..." Maggie paused the video and grabbed the guitar. She wiped off some of the dust and shoved it at Beth. "Step two. Sing."
"Are you kidding me?" Beth stared at Maggie in disbelief. How the hell was this going to help her?
"Nope. Do it. I know you remember how to play the guitar and you sure as hell can sing." Maggie stood there waiting for Beth to start. Beth glared at her, rolled her eyes, and sighed. She strummed the guitar. She didn't even have to look at her hands she was that good. The different chords she had memorized as if they were the alphabet.
A
A, E, Bm, D
"It'sunclear now what we intend"
A, E, Bm, D
"We're alone in our own world"
A, E, Bm, D
"You don't wanna be my boyfriend"
A, E, Bm, D
"And I don't wanna be your girl"
A, E
"And that, that's a relief"
Bm
"We'll drink up our grief"
D
"And pine for summer"
Maggie watched intently as Beth sang. She looked for that light again, the proof that Beth was still there. And deep down, underneath all of the grief, sorrow, and tears, she saw it.