I watched the trees and scenery wizz by out the window as we headed towards town.

I haven't been over here before, neither has Rick as far as I know. Glenn's been navigating for him but he's been unusually quiet this ride.

We're already at the edge of town and he's barely mumbled a word. Just pointing for where to go for the most part.

I'd say he's been spending too much time with me, but I know that isn't true, because I've been by myself, with Daryl, or solving one problem after another for most of the past few days.

Alright, I've had enough of this. I scooted forward, to the edge of my seat in the center of the back; resting my elbows on the front seats as I leaned forward.

I nudged Glenn, and waited for him to look at me. It didn't take long for him to cave to my gaze.

"Maggie said she loves me."

"Mm-hmm" Rick glanced over, nodding.

A toothy smile broke out on my face, and I punched Glenn's arm. I knew you two were a good match!

Glenn looked at Rick and me with an incredulous smile, "She doesn't mean it. I mean she can't."

What?

Am I looking at Glenn like he's stupid? Maybe. Is it justified? Absolutely.

The best friend rule, you're allowed to let your friend know when they've said some stupid shit.

"She— she's upset or confused." Glenn turned his eyes forward again. "She's probably feeling, like—"

"I think she's smart enough to know what she's feeling." Rick cut him off. Thank god.

"No. No." Glenn shook his head in denial.

Rick laughed, and our eyes met in the rearview. I couldn't help but snicker with him, because honest to Mordrid I cannot believe this is really happening.

Forget all those dystopian works, cause the world ending isn't a good enough reason to no longer worry about being confused and uncertain when it comes to love.

"No, you know what? She wants to be in love, so she— she needs something to— to, like— to hold onto."

Uh-huh, keep going. I think you've managed to convince yourself so far.

I knew you weren't great with the ladies, Ace. You're still pretty young, but...somehow I didn't see this coming. I really didn't think you were the naive, in-denial kinda guy. I thought you'd become a puppy at her beck and call.

"Glenn, it's pretty obvious to everyone Maggie loves you" Rick spoke over the top of him to stop Glenn's pathetic attempt at explaining this to himself. "And not just because you're one of the last men standing, so what's the problem?"

Glenn glanced at the ground in guilt— or regret? "I didn't say it back."

Ahh

I rubbed my forehead, licking my lip.

"I've never had a woman say that to me before. Except my mom, of course, and— and my sisters." He glanced at his lap.

"But with Maggie, it's different." I sure hope it is; otherwise you might need to sort a few things out with yourself.

"I mean— we barely know each other. What— what does she really know about me? Nothing. We're practically strangers."

That's never stopped love before. Romantic love isn't the only type pulling that either.

"But I— I didn't know what to do with it. I just stood there like a jerk."

Well at least you acknowledge it. To be fair, that must've come as quite a shock, especially after everything that's been going on.

"Hey. Hey, this is a good thing. Something we don't get enough of these days. Enjoy it. And when we get back, return the favor. It's not like she's going anywhere." Thank youuu, Rick. The voice of reason in this chaotic life.

I'm so glad you didn't die in that hospital, and instead are here to help rangle runaway members, so I'm not always the one who's gotta do it.

Glenn nodded, looking down at his lap. He doesn't look convinced.

I sighed. You owe me one for this Maggie. "Does being with her make you happy?"

Glenn looked at me; Rick also glancing in the mirror.

"Y— yeah, of course but I—"

"If you're happy, why get in your own way?"

Glenn stared at me, mouth open and moving but no words were came out.

I waited patiently for him to think but after a solid minute, my lip quirked up. New record for how fast I can win an argument. If there's one skill I've been polishing since this group was formed, it's refuting illogical conclusions.

I set my hand on his shoulder, "The only thing worth anything, is the pursuit of your own happiness. If that includes the happiness of someone else, so be it. You never know what'll happen from one moment to the next. Don't squander what you get."

Glenn stared hard at his hands. The sinking of the words is almost tangible.

We finally pulled up in front of a large wooden building. A gritty sign on the side with Hatlin's scrawled across it. The streets look deserted, I don't see a single body on the road, haven't for miles.

This really must've been a small town. There aren't many buildings either, if this is supposed to be downtown. There aren't even that many cars still here.

"Rick, I know about Lori. Her being pregnant." Glenn came clean, as Rick parked and turned off the engine. "I got her those pills."

"I figured." Rick got outta the car, no trace of surprise at all.

Glenn got out, jogging around the front of the car, as I opened my door and slipped out myself.

"Hey, I'm sorry I kept it from you." Glenn shifted the shotgun in his hands, so it was at the ready, just in case.

"Don't be. You did what you thought was right." Rick turned, looking around. "Just so happens it wasn't."

I pulled my knives, doing a sweep as I followed him towards the building; Glenn coming up beside me, doing the same.

Speaking of which. I haven't forgotten about your little escapade you failed to mention earlier. "Pharmacy. Spill."

Glenn's face took a radical change, back to the anxious one he was sporting before on the way here.

"Ah so— a couple days ago, we— Maggie and I, went on a run to get uh— abortion pills."

My jaw dropped so fast it popped.

No way. You told me she was pregnant, you never said you risked your life— and Maggie's for this. Good lord, I spend a couple of days away from camp, and I miss everything.

"Is she still?"

Rick glanced down, and my eyes narrowed as I zeroed in on him.

"Well I— I believe so." Glenn looked at Rick too, for what I assume to be confirmation but Rick didn't answer.

Oh no, you don't. You are not getting away from this, Grimes.

I did another sweep, making sure we're still good to talk about this, and whacked his elbow with mine.

He started, looking at me, and I stared him down, lips pursed; Eyebrows raised in expectation.

If you don't give me a straight answer right bloody now, I'mma do a lot more than clack your elbow, Officer.

My thoughts must've appeared on my face, because he caved with a glancing sigh. "Yes. She's still pregnant. As far as we know."

See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Now let's go in and get the good veterinarian, shall we?

Daryl's POV

My knife caught on the edges of the wood stick, pushing a shaving off.

I turned the long stick in my hand. Rolling it over to find any pieces of bark I might'a missed before.

I shifted on the uncomfortable stone I was sitting on, readjusting my leg so I could continue cuttin' down this stick for my new arrows.

"Moving to the suburbs?" Lori's voice came with footsteps to my right, but I didn't bother lookin' up.

"Listen, Beth's in some kind of catatonic shock. We need Hershel."

Yeah I'll bet you do.

"Yeah" I drawled. "So what?"

Lori crouched on my right. "So I need you to run into town real quick and bring him and Rick back."

Tcgh, figures. You people only come lookin' when ya want somethin'.

I turned the wood over in my hand, swiping my knife over it again.

"...Daryl?"

I finally looked at her.

"Your bitch went window-shoppin'. You want him? Fetch 'im yourself." I spat, going back to my arrow. "I got better things to do."

"What's the matter with you? Why would you be so selfish?"

"Selfish?" I stood up. "Listen to me, Olive oyl. I was out there lookin' for that little girl every single day."

"I took a bullet and an arrow in the process— don't you be tellin' me about gettin' my hands dirty!"

She took a step back.

"You want those two idiots? Have a nice ride." I swung my arm towards the road.

"I'm done lookin' for people." I sat back where I was before, turning my attention back to the arrow, and continued shaving it down.

"Eve was out there too, risking her life. She almost died —could have fallin' outta that tree—"

I scoffed. Course that's the only time you would know 'bout. She almost died way more than once, and it wasn't cause a no tree.

"—and she's one of those 'idiots' who still went."

My knife paused right before it was about to dig into the wood once again.

Of course that swamp monster would wind up going to solve a problem that ain't hers. They wouldn't even have to ask 'er to; Probably volunteered 'erself without a second thought.

I didn't say nothin' for more than a minute and she finally gave up, when I shaved another piece off the stick.

I watched her walk away, but before I realized it, I was lookin' at the road.

Getting up, I went over to my brother's motorcycle and grabbed my jacket off it, sliding it on.

It doesn't surprise me Eve went; I should'a seen that comin'.

That woman doesn't know how to say no.

I reached for my crossbow and stopped.

Why's it my problem if she goes out and gets herself into trouble? She's a grown-ass woman.

I growled and turned away, sittin' my ass back down to work on my arrows.

She can make her own decisions. I ain't 'er keeper.