Maggie slammed the cutting board down on the counter, making Carol jump on the other side of the kitchen. The older woman looked over her shoulder watching the girl yank open a drawer, looking for a utensil, her hand irritably pushing her hair back behind her ear.
"Everything ok, hon?" Carol asked softly as the drawer was slammed shut, and the paring knife was thunked against the counter by the cutting board.
Maggie turned on her heel, reaching for an onion on the island in the center of the kitchen. She glared at the older woman from under her lashes. "Everything is fine," she growled.
Carol tried very hard to not smile at her tone, which told her the exact opposite. "Is it Glenn?"
"I said I was fine." Maggie dropped the vegetable on the counter.
Carol smirked at the girl's back as she started to peel the outer skins off of the onion. She was surprised Maggie could form words with clenched teeth. "What did Daryl say to you?"
The knife in Maggie's hand stilled. "What?" She feigned innocence but it was not lost on the mother on the other side of the room, who moved to stand beside her. Carol leaned her bottom against the counter to Maggie's left, and watched the young woman's expression.
"I just noticed you two talking," Carol shrugged, nonchalantly. "Looked pretty heated for a minute or two."
Maggie's eyes finally met Carol's, waiting for her to continue with what she saw. But the older woman just shrugged. "Just thought you might like to talk," she said noncommittal. Carol pushed away from the counter without a second glance at the girl, not noticing the tears that pooled on her lashes. The older woman returned to her bowl, their backs to each other, working in the silent, tense room.
Daryl hefted his crossbow over his shoulders, heading for the woods. A scowl painted across his features, one worse than normal. What the fuck was he supposed to do with the news Maggie dumped on his lap? What the hell was she playing at? What did she want from him? She said nothing, but if she didn't want nothing from him then why the hell did she feel the need to tell him? Why couldn't she just let the world believe Glenn was the father?
Daryl could never be a good fucking father. Look at the men in his life. Ain't a single one of them amounted to much. Glenn would clearly be the better choice to help her raise a kid. Fuck, his kid.
His kid. Never thought he'd hear those words together. Daryl Dixon, a father? He didn't even know where to begin with how crazy that statement was. What the fuck would he do with a child? Why would he want to be a part of bringing another life into their hell on earth?
Well someone up above sure had a fuckin' sense of humor, cuz that's sure in hell what Daryl did. He knew fucking Maggie was a bad idea, but he never could turn down a woman in need, especially one with eyes like that. Who the fuck am I kidding? he admitted to himself. He had never bedded a woman half as attractive as Maggie. It took til the end of the world for one to even look at him. And look she did.
He felt a sudden heat rushing to his cheeks and ran his hand through his hair as his eyes searched the ground looking sign that any game might be out and about, ignoring his ears burning with embarrassment of what happened between him and Maggie. It had been a long damn time since he blushed. Figures it would be the farmer's daughter who would cause it.
The taken farmer's daughter, he reminded himself. The taken farmer's daughter, pregnant with his child. So much for not getting involved in the saga of Days of Our Fuckin' Camp!
A/N: Ok what started out as a quick fic that was going to last MAYBE 3 chapters, this thing has taken on a whole other life, there are four more chapters started and I have feeling there will be more. apologies to my Caryl friends, I have not forgotten about the Jagged Lines series, just... Yeah.