Disclaimer: I do not own The Walking Dead nor am I affiliated with it in any way. The Walking Dead is owned by Robert Kirkman and AMC.

Author's Note: I haven't been able to find a Glenn/Maggie fanfic that I actually like so I've decided to write one myself. Hope you enjoy.

Rating: I don't plan on anything naughty happening, but if it does, I will put a warning at the top. The worst that I'm planning on is swearing.

*Events take place during season 4*

Chapter 1: The Infection

Maggie's POV

My eyes snap open, allowing me to escape the nightmare of the events of the previous day. I reach my hand over to find Glenn, only to touch the rough concrete wall of cell. I then remember that we're not supposed to be near each other because of the infection. I give a deep sigh and force myself into a sitting position. It's only just beginning to get light out. I know I won't be able to get back to sleep, so I just get dressed try to quietly keep busy.

After I've run out of things to do, I sit down and just look around. I deeply sigh again and look down. I see something sticking out of the pocket on my shirt. It's a picture of me. Not the one from yesterday, but a new one. Glenn snuck in and took another picture of me when I was sleeping. I was torn between Glenn you take such horrible pictures and Glenn you sweetheart.

About an hour later, Beth wakes up to tend to Judith. I go to her just for something to do. "Hey." I say to her.

"Hi. Sleep well?" She asks sarcastically.

"Oh yes, like a baby." I answer sarcastically. She smiles and puts a clean diaper on Judith and bounces her on her hip.

"You're sure you're alright?" She asks. I nod, rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah. I'm just tired and I want to see Glenn." I tell her. "But Rick must feel worse. He can't even see his own daughter."

"That must be pretty lousy." Beth says and kisses Judith. Judith looks at me and I smile at her.

"What about you? Are you doing okay?" I ask Beth.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She says. Just as she finishes speaking Judith starts crying. " Can you take her? I gotta get her somethin' to eat." I hold out my hands and Beth hands her to me. I set her down on my lap and hold her up. She chews on her finger and I stroke her hair. Aren't you a cutie. I think to myself. I smile and think back to a few days ago when I thought I was pregnant. I was scared, but also sort of happy. Most of all, I was afraid to end up like Lori and leave Glenn, Beth, my dad, and my baby alone. It really is an awful thing to think. Beth comes back with food for Judith and I hand her to Beth. I leave the cell and look at the clock outside the door. It's time for my through-the-fence walker killing shift.

I go outside and make my way to the chain link fence with the most walkers clinging to it and grab one of the many jabbing instruments used for this particular task. Crowbar, nice. I firmly grasp it and stake it through the head of one of the countless corpses threatening to break through the fence. About 15 walkers later, Glenn shuffles down to where I am and also grabs a tool. But he moves to a location on the fence about 20 feet from me. I look over at him, and he looks at me. He waves to me and I wave back. After every walker, I take a quick glance at him. His hair is all messy, he didn't bother to even comb through it with his fingers. And he still has imprints from his sheets on his skin, he must have woken up late. We kill walkers in silence, well, by silence I mean we're not making any noise, until the next people come for their shift. We walk back to the prison together for breakfast, but he trails me by about 15 feet. "How did you sleep last night?" He asks me.

"Not well." I answer.

"I figured." He says.

"Did you?"

"Yeah. You don't talk a whole lot when you're tired." He says. I turn around and slowly walk towards him. He walks backwards away from me at the same speed.

"I couldn't sleep without you."

"I'm sorry. If I'm sick, I don't want to get you sick." He says. I can hear the concern in his voice. "I'm sure this won't last long. Well, at least I hope it won't." I stop walking and so does he. I take a deep breath and turn back around to walk back to the prison.

When we get back, breakfast is done and the non-exposed peoples' turn to get food. I go and get my portion and take a seat with the other allegedly healthy people. There's not much talking during breakfast. There's only one thing to talk about, and no one wants to talk about it.

After breakfast, I have nothing to do for a few hours so I just wander aimlessly around the cell block, looking for ways to help. But at 2 pm, I'm finally on watch duty. I take a rifle up to the watch tower me and Glenn made our own little, I don't know, apartment? At this current point in time, he's not allowed in it, and I'm not allowed to sleep here because he was in the bed.

Watch duty is mostly just precautionary, so nothing happens most of the time. I'm technically still contributing, so I feel good about that, but also feel really idle. After several hours, it's lunch time. We go through the same drill and I go back to the fence to kill more walkers. This time Sasha is with me. She was also exposed, so she also stands about 20 feet from me. Then we have dinner. Once again, same drill. And then bed. As soon as my head hits the pillows, I can tell I'm not getting sleep. I feel so lonely.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Two weeks of being separated have passed. Seven people have been infected with this flu or whatever it is. None of my close friends or family, thank God. But it's really horrible to watch, regardless. Doctor S and my dad haven't been able to figure out what is yet.

Today, Glenn and I were both back on the fence. We would still share a glance every now and then. I was glad just to be somewhat near him. But then he suddenly started violently coughing. I dropped my crowbar in shock. "Glenn, go inside!" I yell.

"No, I'm okay. Really..." He says.

"GO IN, NOW! Please...get checked out. For me..." I beg. He nods his head and runs past me back to the prison.

I kill walkers at double speed. All these thoughts are racing through my head and I don't like a single one of them. I can't lose Glenn. I need him. I need him alive and with me. I keep going with tears blinding me. But I just take my anger and fear out on the walking chunks of flesh that have ruined everything for me and everyone else. I finish my shift and sprint inside to see if Glenn if alright. I find my dad. "Where...where is Glenn?"

"Shhh, Maggie. Be calm." He says, wiping my tears. "We moved him to a cell in the tombs."

"You need to find out what's wrong!" I sob.

"Maggie, relax. Please." He tries to settle me, but I'm too erratic. He eventually gives up and pulls me into a hug. I hug back and only now do I realize how much I hungered for human closeness. He strokes the back of my head and I feel the safest I have in weeks.

"Dad, please. You have to find out how to cure him." I whimper into his shirt. He nods.

"I'll do everything I can."

"Go. Now. Please." He nods again and leaves me standing there alone.

Glenn's POV

The pain in my head in almost unbearable and the coughing is rubbing my throat raw. It definitely feels like a flu. I hear footsteps coming towards my cells and the door opens. I recognize the faint squeak that Hershel's artificial leg makes when he walks and I know it's him.

"How's Maggie?" I ask.

"She's a mess." He answers.

"She'll be alright."

"But you won't be unless we find out what this is."

"Well there's not much we can do." I state.

"We'll see." He puts a stethoscope to my chest and listens. "Your lungs have a lot of blockage." He takes my blood pressure. "Your blood pressure is way up."

"So what do those things mean?" It's kind of a dumb question.

"We have to fix those things and a little more." I nod. "Sit up a minute." I push myself up. "I'd like to take a swab of your throat so Doctor S can look at it under the microscope." I nod and he shoves a cotton swab halfway down my throat. "Thank you."

"Mhmm." I reply and plop back down on the cot. Hershel goes down the hall to where Doctor S has been doing his research. I can hear them both murmuring to each other. I can't make out any words until one of them shouts. Excitedly, I'm guessing. Hershel comes rushing back in.

"It's a fungal infection!" He exclaims.

"Is that good or bad?" I ask.

"It means we can treat it." He says. "So it's good. We just need to get some anti fungal drugs, some blood thinners, and Amantadine."

"Is all that doable?" I ask. It seems a little steep.

"Yes. Within the next couple hours, too." He says. "Glenn, you're gonna make it."

"That's good to hear. I'll be goddamned if I die of a flu during the zombie apocalypse."

Maggie's POV

My dad comes rushing upstairs from the tombs. My immediate thought is that he's going to tell me that Glenn is dead. "We know what we need to get." He tells me.

"Well, let's go!" I say, grabbing my backpack and rushing for the door. He stops me.

"We have to get a group."

"I'll get Daryl, Michonne, and Doctor S." I say and he nods.

It only takes us about five minutes to leave. We hightail it to the hospital about 30 miles way. We make it there in about 10 or 15 minutes. Doctor S used to work at this hospital, so he know's where everything is. He directs towards the storage room where all of the hard medication is kept. He cleans out the supply of the medicine we need and a few other useful medicines.

"Okay, let's get going." I say. We all make a break for the door and make our way to the car. We get back to the prison quickly. We were only gone about 45 minutes and he already looks worse. "Dad, treat him." He nods and lays out all of the medicine. First he injects him with the anti fungal medicine, then the Amantadine, and lastly the blood thinners.

"All there's left to do is wait." He says. I wipe the tears from my face.

"Can I sit with him?" I ask.

"I think it would be better if you waited outside the cell." My dad tells me. I nod and slide my back down the wall, the concrete catching my clothes and scraping my back, into a sitting position. I quietly cry into my knees and eventually cry myself to sleep. I wake up to someone shaking my shoulder.

"Maggie. Maggie wake up." Someone says to me.

"Whaa?" I say groggily. I see Glenn looking down at me. "Glenn!" I jump up and pull him down, well his neck, and he pulls me up. He holds me close to him and I can finally breathe in the scent of him again. I can finally touch his soft skin and hair. "I missed you so much." I say, the words muffled by his chest.

"I know. I missed you, too." The familiar feel of his arms around my waist and shoulders is like a warm blanket. I wipe my eyes with his shirt.

"So, are you cured? Completely?"

"For the most part. But no kissing for few more days. Just to be safe." I nod and squeeze him tighter.

"I guess maybe I can go a little longer. Can we sleep in the same bed?"

"Not until tomorrow night." He says sternly.

"Ok."

Later, he goes back to his cell and I go back to mine where I lay awake fantasizing about tomorrow night. When I see the morning light, I get dressed and get on all the work I have to do as fast as possible, as if it would make the day go faster. We eat together and he flirts with me throughout the day. I feel like a little school girl with a crush. It's just been so long since we've interacted.

The day finally ends and we're both allowed to sleep in our watchtower. Up there, he pulls off his shirt, revealing his pale chest. I grab hold of him and run my hands over his back, readjusting myself to him, while he puts his hands up the back of my shirt, touching my back and my hips. I almost forgot what it felt like. "Lay down." I tell him.

"Yes, ma'am." He says and lays down on his back. I lay on top of him and position my head right under his chin. "That demand was misleading."

"Shh. I'm trying to sleep." I say, smirking. I can feel him smile as he drapes his arms over me.