"Nearly done?"

Glenn fought back a laugh and quipped a brow as the tip of his wife's tongue poked between her front teeth in concentration. She had been sat on their makeshift bedroom floor in the middle of an abandoned office building for about twenty minutes trying to pick out the remnants of gravel and muck from his wounds with the rustiest looking tweezers he had ever seen. Maggie answered his question with a narrow eyed glare and a sharp jab to his thigh and he couldn't fight it any more, he laughed.

"For the love of our marriage Glenn Rhee, you better sit still, or these damn tweezers will be shoved somewhere even the walkers wont go!"

Maggie snapped as she tried her hardest to feign disdain at her injured spouse but couldn't help but laugh as she caught sight of the cheeky glint in his eye. God, she loved him. She really did. She absent-mindedly mused to herself with a dimpled smile creasing the apples of her weather worn cheeks as she shifted to kneel between his legs. Her palms rested against either side of his face with such a genteel nature it was like she was trying not to break him and in a way she was, it had been at least a month since he had gotten his beating from the others and he was still black, blue and blood stained from the bottom of his blistered feet to the top of his achy skull with his messy, tousled hair matted with the filth of their mangy travels to safety. She could still see how he tried not to wince each time she touched him. She brushed the tip of her nose against his and the dipped her head to steal a kiss.

"Don't look at me like that."

Maggie huffed in her usual stubborn, country drawl against Glenns dry lips as he once again beat her concentration with his usual charm.

"I love you."

He mumbled back and pressed his lips against hers stealing a kiss of his own. A crimson hue crept over Maggies face as it always did when he said that and she pursed her lips to fight the instinctual need to smile, her fingertips brushing the stray tresses of hair from her hazel eyeline.

"I love you, most."

She stuck her tongue out and flashed him a playful wink as she pushed herself up to her feet with a groan. She did, after all, love him most. Maggie thought as she busied herself fixing themselves some over-expired beans over the camp fire she had set up on the floor, it was a surprise that the place hadn't set alight the amount of mould that gave the building the musty smell her and Glenn had now grown used to.

She couldn't tell Glenn but she was worried, it wasn't like Rick to stay idle for so long when there was revenge to be sought, especially for his children, his family. She hadn't slept, not properly, not for a long time. She couldn't afford to be dreaming of a happily ever after when they struck. She had to keep one eye open for the brutality that would surely ensue soon.. but when? Rick couldn't keep them waiting forever, Glenn and her both new that Daryl must have tracked them to their exact whereabouts by now even with their over cautious vigilance.

What were they waiting for?

Maggies lower lip threaded between her teeth and her brow furrowed, her shoulders slumping as she got lost in the macabre line of thought she had forced her way into. That's when his arms snaked around her slender midriff and his cheek pressed to hers, he knew, he always did; Glenn had always had a way of knowing exactly what was bouncing around her brain. Even when she tried her utmost to keep it hidden from him.

"Everything. Is. Going. To. Be. Okay."

He enunciated every syllable, it didn't matter how many times he had repeated himself, he must have told her a thousand times and she still didn't believe him and he didn't think she ever would. He grasped her hands lithely in his and twirled her under his arm so she was facing him and his hand could rest against the curve if her hip as a laugh he hadn't heard in so long escaped passed the confines of her lips. He hooked his smallest finger around hers and tried his best to look sullen.

"I, Glenn Rhees, husband of the beautiful Maggie Rhees promi – "

He stopped abruptly and corrected himself with raised a brow aimed at her, his gaze never once faltering from the magnetism of hers.

"No.. I swear that everything is going to be perfectly fine. There is not a thing I wouldn't do to keep you safe. I will sacrifice an arm.. Maybe a leg.. "

Glenns nose scrunched in thought as he dragged her tightly to him, his chin rested atop her tousled hair as he continued in a quieter tone.

"Maybe even an eye.. Anything to keep you safe. For better and for worse."

He ended his speech with another kiss and Maggies eyes brimmed over with moisture, she nestled her dampened face against the crook of his neck her arms wrapping tightly around him. She had never loved anybody as much as she loved this man. It would always be the two of them. Glenn and her.

No matter what.

The bang that echoed around the room was deafening, the glass from the window ricochetting from the grubby floor, the bullet from wall to wall and then a second before they could even recoil from the first one. Something was wrong. Glenn's body drooped in her hold and a wet warmth was flooding through the cotton of her vest. The last thing she remembered before she dropped to her knees and applied pressure to Glenns gunshot wound was the viscous glower from Carl aimed at her from the opposite building through the window. Glenn was spluttering, his eyes wet as he choked back pained sobs his eyes still widened with shock as it sunk in that he had been shot.

"You're not leaving me!"

Maggie screamed as she tore the bottom off of her shirt and tied it securely around the top of Glenns bicep, anything to stop the bleeding. Anything to keep him alive. Anything. She would do anything to keep him here with her. She needed to stop the bleeding. She couldn't lose him too.

"No, no, no, you stop that. Open your eyes. You're gonna be okay. You've got to be okay."

Maggie spoke softly, her voice was hoarse with sorrow as her heart crumbled in her chest. She knew that no matter what she would stay right here by his side to make sure he was okay, just like he had promised her the briefest moments ago because she didn't know if she could go on living another death filled day without him. She couldn't do it without him.

It was them against the world. Always.