I don't own TWD. [SPOILER: CONTINUING READING AUTHOR'S NOTE AT OWN RISK] I wouldn't kill Glenn off that way. Nor would I torment the fans by hinting that he might not be dead, leaving people like me to sob uncontrollably for thirty-two minutes (but who's counting?)
After the End of the World
Maggie Greene groaned before bending over the toilet and emptying the contents of her stomach. Weakly, she sank to sit on the floor, clutching her stomach.
Sometimes behind a girl seriously sucks…. Her period had started earlier that morning, and, as always, with it came nausea and exhaustion to be followed by soreness and cramping. Before the end of the world her birth control pills had helped keep her body under control, but without the hormones, her periods had been getting progressively worse.
"Maggie?" Beth touched her sister's shoulder gently. The blonde held out a bottle of water, a Midol, and a tampon.
The older sister took the offering gratefully. Three minutes later, she joined Beth, who had waited for her in the hallway. "If we have tampons, I'm guessing Glenn got back from the run."
"Yup," Beth assured. "He, Daryl, and Sasha just finished unloading the SUV." She wrapped her arm around the brunette's shoulder. "Let's get you up to you cell so you can take a nap."
From the way she held her body as she moved back to the cell block, it was obvious that Maggie was not feeling well in the slightest. When she finally reached the bed she and Glenn shared, she dropped onto the mattress and immediately curled into the fetal position on top of the quilt.
It was about an hour before Glenn entered the room. He frowned; he hated seeing Maggie in pain or sick. He toed off his boots and slid onto the bed next to his wife. He gently pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder.
Maggie, who'd been on the verge of sleep when Glenn walked in, now opened her eyes and scooted backwards slightly into the heat of her husband's body. All winter he'd been her personal furnace, and now, when she needed a heating pad to ease her cramps, she tugged his hands around her and tucked them up her shirt against her abdomen.
For his part, the tender man began stroking his thumbs over her skin and slid his fingers past the waistline of her pants to apply comforting, warm pressure where he knew her cramps would feel worst.
They lay there for a long time; there was nothing sexual about the position, nor was there any need for words. Maggie trailed her fingers up and down Glenn's forearm, silently thanking him for being so supportive and patient. She wondered that it took the end of the world as they'd known it for them to find each other. This miserable situation had allowed her to find incredible happiness.
"Hey, Glenn," she murmured, finally rolling over to face him.
The dark-haired man leaned in to kiss his wife sweetly. His fingers gently kneaded the tension out of her lower back.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
Maggie rested her head on his chest with a sigh. Her body felt relaxed and ache-free for the first time in a long time; she drifted into a light sleep.
Glenn kissed Maggie's forehead and closed his own eyes. They wouldn't be bothered by anybody unless it was urgent, and they needed to get rest while they could; God only knew what tomorrow had in store for them.