A/N: I got the idea for this story from a picture that was posted by melinda08 on Facebook of Steven Yeun and Lauren Cohen who portray Glenn and Maggie looking like a couple right out of the movie Grease! This is also a belated birthday present to her, written by myself and my husband in thanks for her friendship and support.
Hershel had a very long and tiring day. He started his day early in the morning by showing Rick important farming techniques in order to provide their small community with a sustainable food supply. Rick was not a farmer by trade, but in time Hershel was certain that it would soon become second nature. It was a small but integral means of survival. Hershel was essential to the overall health and well-being of the community. His advice was always held in high regard by the members of the community council and he was seen as the wise old man by everyone who knew him. A veterinarian by profession, he was the closest thing to a doctor that the community had. He went around the cell block and gave each resident a brief medical examination. It was a daunting task, for any outbreak of the flu or other contagious disease could prove to be disastrous to the community. And Hershel wasn't about to let that happen. They'd been through too much.
He checked the community's water supply and food reserves to make sure that anything not fit to eat was removed and properly disposed of. He also checked to see that the laundry facilities, the makeshift latrines and the sick ward were up to minimal sanitary standards.
He cherished his daughters, Maggie and Beth. Both women were strong willed and he tried not to worry about them. But he was their father and that's what father's did; worry about their little girls. Thank God that Maggie had Glen. He was good for her and Hershel knew that if, God forbid something were to happen to him, Glen would take care of her. It was only a matter of time before Hershel would no longer be on this earth. He tried not to worry about it; never seeing his daughters again, but it was inevitable that he would die someday. He just hoped it wasn't at the hands of walkers or some other terrible force. He didn't think Maggie would be able to get over something so tragic. But she was strong and God willing things would work out. They always did, although not the way he'd have liked them to. He certainly didn't like being in this situation; pondering his own death, but as the self-appointed doctor, he knew it was best to be prepared for anything.
Tiredness overcame him suddenly and he moved about his cell in the prison where he made himself comfortable on the lower bunk of the prison cell bunk bed. And as his thoughts began to fade, his eyelids began to close.