R_S: So a lot of you are intrigued by the increase in suspicion... I wonder what will happen ;)
Bittersweet
The cafeteria was emptier now, with less people and thus fewer mouths to feed, but it was still bustling with movement and life. The heat and smell of fresh venison stew permeated the room, dinner always having a way of bringing the camp together. Martinez sat across from Carol in quiet discussion, a bond forged once over the pain of losing a child. There might have been something more there in another time, if he was less damaged and she healthier. There was much more domestic work to be done with Carol somewhat incapacitated, but Beth did not mind; she had wanted to be on meal duty that night for a reason.
Daryl was perched at the top of the stairs, where his brother leaned casually against the rail. He always ate with Merle, since they rarely had time to spend together otherwise. The thought caused Beth to bite her lip, knowing that was partially her fault. Nights once spent in silent companionship trying to mend their brotherly bond and get to know each other anew were now often spent with her, as he got to know her in a more biblical sense. Hopefully, what she carried in her hands would fix that somewhat. Hopefully. Daryl would either take what she was about to do really well or really poorly. She hoped it was the former, feeling their eyes pull to her as she ascended the steps.
"Well well well," Merle drawled a smirk on his face as he glanced down at his brother, "if it ain't Li'l Bo Peep. What brings ya to these parts?"
"Hey… I brought y'all something." Beth walked up to the Dixons, surreptitiously glancing behind her. Two plates were balanced in her hands, given makeshift covers with two more. Daryl shot his brother a look, silently warning him not to shoot his mouth off at the sweetest person in camp.
"What's all this?" He asked. The dishes were uncovered to reveal slabs of deer meat on each, not particularly big or fancy but a bit heartier than the stew.
She shrugged, "Figured you went to all the trouble of catchin' dinner, ya might as well get something for it."
"Two plates?" Her secret lover asked, voice low as he searched her face. She smiled softly, knowing what he was asking.
"The both of you brought it in… consider it a thank you." For once, his brother did not have a snide comment to spare.
However, from across the room, Maggie watched the interaction, glaring at Merle with a sour look on her face.
"What the hell is she thinkin'?!" She hissed.
Glenn shook his head, "Mags, she probably just didn't feel right taking some to Daryl and not Merle."
"It just... don't sit right with me; somethin' ain't right, Glenn."
"Seriously, you're overreacting- it's fine, just her usual sweetness. We probably should've expected that she wouldn't keep her distance from that douchebag forever, just not like her."
"Don't matter to me none, she shouldn't even be lookin' at that creep… Imma have a talk with her after dinner."
If only Beth had seen her sister's face, but she was wholly unprepared for what was to come.
R_S: Nooo Maggie, don't do it! Lol leave a review to tell me how you think it's all gonna go down!