Blame whopper school midterms, failed internet and every computer in my house seemingly dying all at once, for why I haven't updated since September. I'm really sorry, I do plan on getting my chapter uptake up now that we're on the next season. Seems I did manage to last to next season without a hiatus :/

This chapter starts out weak but it gets seriously good as it goes on. The much anticipated GlennxMaggiexSam confrontation chapter is this one and I also slipped in a bonus AbrahamxRositaxJeremy bit in here too. I think this more than makes up for my ungodly long absence :)

HaloHunter89: Jeremy does settle his torch in this chapter. I think you'll like it :)

And as always, thank you DarylDixon'sLover for the amazing review. Keep it up :)

Love you all!

- Nagiana


"You know Glenn, I don't wanna be that guy, but could we, you know . . . hurry the fuck up?!"

Glenn shot Jeremy a scowl as they both continued to kneel there in front of Tara, helping her try her damndest to get her foot free. Jeremy was alert and at the ready, knife out and on the ground beside him in case he needed to yank it up and stab it into a walker's head at a moment's notice. He'd be damned if they were going to meet their ends in this god-forsaken tunnel but they were, like it or not, if they didn't hurry up and get Tara's leg free.

Glenn looked up, saw the shadows of the walkers steadily making their shambling way towards them, before returning to Tara and the rock that had her foot pinned against the wall. He caught sight of the grimace on her face and her words immediately caused him and Jeremy to turn their gazes onto her.

"Go on. You guys should go on. Find Maggie – go find Maggie. And you – get back to Evan and Rosita. They would kill Glenn if you guys didn't get out alive!" She told them, and Glenn glanced at Jeremy, only to see his eyes wide and his head shaking.

"No, we are not leaving you!" Jeremy hissed, a stubborn look appearing on his face as he did so. Glenn nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, forget it." Glenn grunted at he returned to her leg. Jeremy grasped the rock and attempted to pull it towards him but it was useless. The rock was heavy, even for a guy like Jeremy's size.

Tara released a smile and a laugh. "No, think about it, you guys: even if we were able to get my leg free, I wouldn't be able to go anywhere! I wouldn't be able to walk and if one of you carried me, then all three of us would get overrun -"

"Not if I can help it." Jeremy grunted, and she continued to weakly - maybe even pleadingly - smile as Glenn pinned her with a stubborn look of his own.

"No! There's gotta be a way – we'll find it!" He promised her and Tara let out another laugh – a laugh that suspiciously bordered on a sob.

"Uh, guys – they're coming."

"I'm not leaving you!" Glenn gritted, and Jeremy nodded.

"Jesus Christ, Tara – we're not leaving you!"

"Get out of here!" Tara roared at them and for a moment, Glenn and Jeremy both continued to kneel there, unable to think of what to do. Jeremy was actually shocked they had been yelled at, and he was sure Glenn's surprise landed someone on the same line. "Go!"

The walkers were getting closer – their snarls and groans splitting the tense silence the three of them had created. Jeremy's jaw hardened. "You know what? Sometimes, you just gotta close your eyes and say 'fuck it'." He spoke and immediately, Glenn shot a furrowed brow up to him.

"What are you going to do?"

Jeremy got to his feet. "Buying us time. Now get her leg free!"

Tara opened her mouth to object, but Jeremy silenced her with a frosty look as Glenn immediately bent over and started trying to work the rock off of her. Jeremy bent down, scooped up his knife and immediately turned around, stabbing it deep into the heads of walkers left and right. He heard Glenn utter curses under his breath every five seconds and could feel Tara's gaze burning an anxious hole into his back, but he didn't pay him any heed. He kept right on fighting until he had a pile of walkers growing at his feet but they just. Kept. Coming.

He heard gunshots ring out behind him and whirled around. Glenn was standing in front of Tara, her leg still trapped and his gun raised. He was firing into the crowd of walkers, dropping whoever he aimed his gun at. "What are you doing?" Jeremy roared in order to be heard over the walkers that surrounded them. "You want to deafen us?" Glenn shot him a look.

"You got another idea? 'Cause yours didn't seem to be working too well."

Jeremy glared at him for a moment before gritting his teeth and muttering 'fuck it' under his breath. He backpedaled towards Glenn, whipping out his pistol as he did so. He immediately began firing into the crowd too, the both of them dropping as many walkers as they could. However, like before, they just kept coming. There seemed to be no end to them.

He heard Glenn let out a violent curse beside him and he glanced at him. "What? What is it?" Glenn shook his head.

"Out of bullets."

Jeremy let out a violent curse as well and immediately pushed his gun into his hand along with the fresh clip he kept in his back pants pocket. "I got eight more bullets left until you have to empty the clip. Keep shooting." He took out his knife again and Glenn nodded and continued firing into the crowd as Jeremy lunged at one of the walkers inching its way towards them before moving back to the spot he had occupied beside him.

Eventually, their vision was filled with nothing was a bright, blinding whiteness. For a brief, all-encompassing second, Jeremy thought it was a damn train, but then a voice rang out: "Get down!" and he immediately did as he was told. He grabbed Glenn by the scruff of his neck and shoved him on top of Tara before squatting down beside him. They covered their ears with their hands as a spattering of gunshots split through the silence and rang violently off the cement walls of the tunnel. They felt walker bits and brains splatter against them until they all lay dead around them and it was then that Jeremy and Glenn both slowly got to their feet, where they turned around to face the group that had saved their asses, shielding their eyes from the bright light with their arms.

The bright lights, were really head lights.

And three people were running at them full tilt.

"Dad!"

"Jeremy!"

Jeremy let out an 'oof' as he was immediately hit with two small forms – one dark and the other light. It took him a moment before he realized they were Evan and Rosita and he immediately enfolded them in a tight embrace. He held them close, his face moving to bury in Rosita's hair as he closed his eyes. For a minute, he didn't think he would make it. For a minute, he didn't think he would ever see them again.

"You . . . stupid . . . dumb idiot!" Rosita hissed and Jeremy grinned and laughed.

"That's me. The stupid SEAL with a death wish." He joked and she pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Do you know how worried about you I was – I mean, we, were? And then we find you and Jesus Christ -!"

"Jeremy Roth?"

Jeremy furrowed his brows in confusion as he heard his name split through the air on a voice he vaguely recognized and one that was filled with awe. Briefly, he saw the scowl on Abraham's face, but ignored it as another man entered his vision. He moved to stand beside a tall, willowy woman with short brown hair who in turn, was standing next to Glenn who was gazing at her with a look of utter love and adoration on his face. He assumed this was the fabled Maggie that Glenn had been searching so desperately for. But who was the –

Suddenly, it dawned on him, and Jeremy's eyes widened in shock. "Sam? Sam Moon?"

Sam grinned and nodded as the two men stepped forward and clasped hands in a strong shake, a grin appearing on Jeremy's face as well. Jeez, he never thought he'd be happy about seeing his ex-girl's ex-husband! "Jesus Jeremy, I . . . I thought . . . Tess thought you were dead!" He spoke and Jeremy nodded.

"I don't blame her. I was MIA for years. I was eventually rescued by Abraham's platoon of Marines but by the time I got home and was fit enough to get back Evan, this whole shit happened. I've been meaning to find and I have been looking for her this whole time, but . . ." A hopeful look appeared in his eyes. "Is she . . . is she okay?" He asked, and Sam nodded, his eyes softening.

"We were together – us and a much bigger group," He gestured to him, Maggie and Glenn before turning back to him. "Glenn probably told you that the prison we were staying at, was attacked and overrun and we were separated." Jeremy nodded before he continued: "I don't . . . none of us know where Tessa is," He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and glanced at Maggie, who nodded. "I mean, I assume Daryl got her and the kids out, but -" Maggie nodded in agreement and opened he mouth to speak, but the both of them were interrupted by a look of stricken confusion that appeared on Jeremy's face.

"Wait, hold the phone – Daryl? As in the Daryl? Daryl Dixon, Daryl? And what did you say about kids?"

Sam nodded, a sympathetic look appearing on his face. "Afraid so."

"They met us at a quarry back in Atlanta. We had no idea who they were until Daryl told us." Glenn told him, and Jeremy glanced at him before turning his attention back onto Sam.

"So you guys . . . they . . .?" He trailed off and felt Rosita's hand slide soothingly into his as Sam gave him another sympathetic nod. When he spoke, he felt his heart slide into his stomach.

"They're married, Jeremy – got two kids and another one on the way. I'm sorry, man, I really am. But you were simply gone too long."


"Hey . . . we need to talk . . ."

Glenn looked at Maggie, saw the uneasy look echoing on both her and Sam's face, and immediately knew something was wrong. He felt that same feeling of his heart dropping down into his stomach that he knew Jeremy got when he heard that Tessa had been reunited with Daryl and that there was absolutely no hope of them ever getting back together. Nothing good ever came out of saying those words, but that couldn't be what Maggie was coming to talk about with him right? I mean, Sam was just trailing behind her and they were both looking like two kids about their asses whipped by mom, because of something else, right? Right? I mean, after all, he couldn't have searched every nook and cranny for her and fought tooth and nail to find her, just for her to . . . to . . .

Glenn couldn't complete the thought. Instead, he swallowed hard and straightened up from the corpse he had transferred to the growing walker pile off to the side, with the help of Maggie, and nodded. He brushed his suddenly sweaty palms of his hands against his jeans as he did so and his eyes darted back and forth from the two of them. "Y-Yeah, what is it?"

Maggie swallowed hard and Sam gingerly rubbed the back of his neck as she glanced at him standing beside her. He shared her uneasy look briefly. "Look, Glenn, there's no easy way to put this – believe me, I've thought and thought about how to say this to you when we finally found you, but -"

"And please, please know that we didn't expect this to happen!" Sam interrupted her, his eyes wide and pleading, and Maggie nodded as she picked up again.

"You know I love you - I really do - but . . ." She trailed off, suddenly at a loss for words and Glenn felt his throat constrict when he saw Sam grab her hand and give her a loving look of encouragement. Glenn swallowed hard as he felt tears suddenly appear in his eyes. Oh Jesus . . . Jesus no!

"I know this . . . I know this is a weird thing to ask for, in this day and age, but . . . Glenn, I . . . I want a divorce."

Glenn both felt and saw his entire world go spinning out of orbit. He backed away, a dazed look on his face and immediately, Sam took a step forward, a look of concern on both him and Maggie's faces. "Glenn, you okay?" He asked, but his words reverberated coming at him – almost like he was speaking them through water. Vaguely, Glenn felt himself nod while inside, his entire world was crumbling. He knew this would happen. He fucking knew it! Ever since they first arrived on the farm and the beautiful farmer's daughter Maggie started paying him the least bit of attention, he knew something like this would happen, even though she told him many times that she would never think of leaving him. Yeah, it was perfectly fine for her to be with him when he was the last conceivable man on earth she would get with but now . . . now there was Sam - good looking, well-intentioned, looking-at-her-like-she-hung-the-stars-Sam!

He thought he was going to be sick.

Then he actually was sick!

He doubled over, retching up his meager breakfast and his heart gave a painful ache as Maggie immediately darted forward to check if he was alright while Sam remained standing behind her. He couldn't believe it. He really couldn't believe it. Maggie had just ripped his heart out and was still acting like she was concerned about him. Great. Just great.

When he was finished being sick, he continued to stand there, bent over at the waist and hands on his knees, just trying to get his thoughts in order. When he did, the hurt left him and he was instead filled with an overwhelming anger. Suddenly, taking both Maggie and Sam both by surprise (and indeed, everyone grouped around the fire, as well) Glenn straightened up and slammed his fist into Sam's jaw. Sam immediately backpedaled, his hand flying to his jaw as Maggie's frightened voice called out his name – not Sam's name, but Glenn's.

"This must be what Daryl felt like when he beat the shit out of you . . ." Glenn muttered before giving a laugh and a shake of his head. "Jesus Christ, Sam, I gotta tell you - I used to not understand what he was talking about, but now I know why the guy hates you!"

Sam nodded, his fingers gently rubbing at his jaw as he slowly straightened up. "Okay . . . okay, I admit – I deserved that. What me and Maggie did, it was wrong. I know that, she knows that – everyone knows that. And we're sorry."

"Sorry?" Glenn spoke, his eyes growing wide in shock upon hearing the word leave his lips. He gazed at him, flabbergasted for a moment, as Sam finally managed to fully straighten up, where he turned his gaze onto Sam. His chest was starting to heave and he was starting to take on a tenser stance. He sensed in his voice that at any moment, Glenn could lunge at him and he wanted to be ready.

Maggie saw Rosita lean into Evan. "Where's Abraham and Jeremy?" She hissed, and Evan shot an uneasy look over her shoulder.

"Taking watch." She hissed back and Rosita cursed as they went back to observing the quickly escalating scene, hoping the sounds would draw the two military man should it get any louder.

"You're sorry?" Glenn let out a bark of a laugh as he turned his eyes onto Maggie. "And I suppose you're sorry too, right?" Maggie gave a jerky nod as she crossed her arms in front of her chest, her gaze quite unable to reach his. He gave another a laugh. "You're sorry for what? Are you sorry for cheating on me or are you sorry you fucked him and blew him and then felt guilty to the point where you felt you had to divorce me instead of fucking live with it like most women would!?"

Maggie closed her eyes and flinched at his words, and immediately, a stormy look appeared in Sam's eyes. He stepped forward, a warning hand flying out to him. "Hey, Glenn, we already said we're sorry, okay? No need to get ugly about it."

"You fucked my wife, you asshole!" Glenn roared at him, his eyes turning just as angry as Sam's were getting and immediately Sam backed away, unable to deny the fact. That and he was shocked the normally quiet, reserved Glenn Rhee was so angry he was actually roaring at him.

Glenn shook his head, his jaw tightening. "You were my friend, Sam! You were my friend and I gave you the benefit of the doubt despite what Tess and Daryl said about you. You knew that and yet, you continued to fuck her!" Sam shook his head, his gaze turning pleading again.

"Glenn, it's not like that -!"

"Then how is it, Sam? How the fuck is it – Maggie Rhee? Did you not know you were fucking each other – were you sleepfucking? Or did you trip with your pants off and Sam magically fell on top of you with his pants off too?"

Maggie's eyes grew angry. "Glenn, that's enough!" She snarled, her cheeks inflaming with blush as her eyes darted over to the fire. She saw Sasha, Bob and Tara determined to keep their attentions off of them although it was clear they couldn't help but overhear them. Rosita and Evan were doing the same and eventually, she saw Rosita lean into Evan again.

"Go get them, okay? Tell them we might have a problem." She hissed, and Evan immediately nodded and jumped up, where she ran down the tunnel towards where Jeremy and Abraham were. Rosita's eyes flickered onto Eugene then, who gave her a wry smile.

"This is why I don't get into relationships." He spoke, and Rosita sent him a look.

"Wrong time, Eugene!"

"Well what do you expect me to do, Maggie? How did you honestly expect me to react? My wife spread her legs for my friend and during the whole engagement, they found out they had feelings for each other!" He turned a fake conspiratorial smile onto them. Sam glanced at Maggie and she returned his glanced before they returned their gazes onto Glenn. This was not how they had planned for this to go. "Tell me, was it right away or did it take some time? It took some time, didn't it? I know it took -"

"Dad!"

Everyone eye's widened at that moment and immediately, they spun around, right when Jeremy came stumbling backwards into camp, an infuriated Abraham marching in after him. A clearly frightened Evan came running after them. "You. Fucking. Asshole!"

"Abe -!"

"Don't fucking 'Abe', me, you worthless piece of dogshit!" He roared as he bent down and picked up a pretty good sized rock. Jeremy's eyes widened but he managed to dodge it right when Abraham threw it at him. Rosita hopped to her feet and immediately marched over to him.

"Abraham, what the Hell are you doing?" She demanded and Abraham broke out into a grin and pointed to her. Jeremy was standing across from him, chest heaving and his blue eyes pinned to him. He was very much alert now that he knew Abraham was about to drag Rosita into this.

"How many times did we go overseas together and make the vow that we wouldn't screw up our friendship for a piece of tail? How many times were we in battles together and ended up pulling each other out of shit - even after the few times we fought with each other pointless bullshit? Isn't this -" He violently waved his arms at the crumbling space around him. "This whole Charlie apocalypse, just another fucking battle we're in? Aren't we in this together – again?" He then grabbed ahold of Rosita's upper arm and dragged her to him. Rosita immediately yelled out a "Hey!" and began struggling. A flash of anger entered in Jeremy's mind.

"You let go of her, Abraham! I swear to God, you better -!"

"Isn't she just another piece of tail, we're letting get between us? You fuck her, I fuck her and eventually, she's the Yoko Ono to our Beatles! You don't seem the similarities here, man?"

"What, man, what? What do you want me to say that'll make it all magically fuckin' better? Do you think I feel good about what happened - about what we did behind your back? You were my best friend, Abraham – the man that I fought through a war, dragged through battle after battle, and the man I never stopped loving as a brother! And I don't know what in the Hell made me and Rosi began whatever relationship we had together, but . . ." He trailed off and his eyes crossed with hers and he swallowed heavily. "But we did, and I didn't want her to leave you for me at first - that was never my goal or my intention! But towards the end, I . . . I found that I loved her just as much as she loved me, and . . . all I wanted was her!" A stormy look appeared in his eyes again.

"And you can say whatever you want to say to me: chew me out, fuckin' punch me if you want to and if that'll make the hurt go away! But know this: she did what she thought would make her happy in the end, Abraham, because she realized that life is short now, and she sure as fuck turned out to be right!" He swallowed hard then and stayed silent for a moment, trying desperately to search for the words he needed to adequately explain what he needed to say. When he spoke again, his voice was thick with unshed tears.

"It's not my fault she loved me over you, man – I didn't do anything intentional to make that happen aside from being my own fucked-up, PTSD-ridden self. I don't know why she chose a fucked up old man like me over a normal old man like you, but she did in the end. And it's certainly not my fault I ended up loving her back . . ." He trailed off then and after a moment, Abraham nodded. He roughly pushed Rosita away from him and she stumbled away, hand rubbing at her arm. Jeremy turned a concerned look onto her but they immediately flashed back onto Abraham when he spoke. His voice was quiet and slightly pensive.

"I know. I couldn't have said it better myself. I loved her, Jeremy . . . but she loves you." A look of disgust appeared on his face then. "You can fucking have her. God knows you have plenty times already."

Abraham turned on his heels then and marched back to where they had come from as Jeremy immediately crossed the way to Rosita in three big strides. He gently grasped her by the upper arms and quietly asked her if she was okay. She nodded her head as everyone else continued to stand there and sit around the fire in shock. What the Hell was going on with people tonight?

Eventually Sam turned back to Glenn and swallowed hard as he pointed to Jeremy. "What . . . what he said."

Glenn opened his mouth to speak, to say something that wouldn't make him look like an even bigger asshole than he already was, but Sam averted his eyes and stalked off down the tunnel. Maggie glanced weakly at Glenn and then at the fire, and Jeremy and Rosita embracing in front of it before sending Glenn a weak, apologetic look. She then went trotting after Sam. Glenn moved glumly to the fire - knowing that was the final nail in the coffin of his marriage. He earned sympathetic looks from everyone there except for Eugene, who was looking distastefully down at the water bottle in his hands. Glenn nodded to him.

"What's up?"

Eugene didn't answer him for a moment and when he did, his voice was in that same deadpan tone it always was. "I no longer wish to drink the water."

Glenn's eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion. "Why?"

Eugene's eyes darted to Jeremy quietly shushing a sobbing Rosita before moving to the general direction that Sam and Maggie had disappeared off to. "Because everyone who has drank the water recently has gotten punched. I do not wished to get punched. It's painful. And unnecessary."


"Sam! Sam, wait a minute!"

Sam came to an abrupt stop at her shouted words, and Maggie slowed to a stop as well. He stood there, head bowed and hands on his hips as Maggie moved to stand beside him, facing him. She gazed at him for a moment, at his completely still frame except for his heaving chest . . . she smiled and gently reached out to him. "Come here – let me see."

Sam released a sharp 'hiss' when her fingers came into contact with his bruised, aching jaw and she frowned at the sight of it. "Well, he nailed you good, I can tell you that."

"Yeah, didn't exactly go the way we planned, eh?" He muttered and Maggie shook her head, a frown still on her face.

"I mean, I didn't expect him to take it lying down, but Jesus Christ, I didn't expect him to go all Daryl on you, either!" Sam gave a smile.

"Only Daryl can go Daryl on me, right?" Maggie grinned.

"Exactly." She shook her head, a look of sadness appearing on her face. "Oh baby, I'm so sorry!"

Sam shook his head as a small smile appeared on his face. "Don't worry. I'll be fine tomorrow. But God, you are gorgeous!"

Maggie couldn't help but blush as she dropped her head. "You just got the shit punched out of you by my ex-husband because I want to divorce him for you and you're actually trying to be charming? You're something else, Sam Moon!" She spoke and he gave a chuckle and cradled his jaw again.

"Yeah, I've heard that before."

She grinned and laugh as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He planted a loving kiss on the crook of her jaw before running them up her flesh to her lips. The kiss he pressed to her lips was loving and chaste and when they broke apart, her hands planted themselves on his chest and her eyes locked with his.

"Hey . . . did you hear what they said about going to DC?" She asked, her face solemn, and Sam nodded.

"Yeah, right before we got into the conversation that made me see birdies." He gave a laugh and she echoed it before pinning with him with a look. He nodded, his solemnity back "You know how I feel about it. What about you?" She nodded.

"Finding the others should be our priority right now. I can't go on without knowing what happened to Tess and the kids – about what happened to Beth!" Sam nodded in agreement.

"I agree. And I'm sure . . ." He heaved a sigh. "Whether it's gonna be good or not, I'm sure Jeremy's gonna come with us and he'll probably bring Evan and Rosita with him. There ain't no way he's giving up a chance to see Tess after so long of searching for her."

Maggie furrowed her brow. "What's between them?"

"He . . . he and Tess had a relationship before this all began. They almost got married. He was in the SEALs, got shipped off and we thought he had died but apparently he was just MIA for years. Can't even imagine how Tess is gonna take it when she finally sees him again." Maggie shot him an uneasy look.

"Or how Daryl is." Sam nodded in grim agreement again.

"Or Daryl . . ."


The rattling of the door to the factory being opened, jerked Daryl awake. He looked up and watched Tessa and Ethan finish readying the twins for a moment, before Tessa gave him a smile. Everyone else was getting ready to leave as well, and Tessa already had their bags packed. "Ready to continue on, Ramblin' Man?" She asked, and Daryl couldn't help but scowl. He sat up and shook the grogginess from his head. Looked over, saw splotches of blood on the cement where they had beaten Len to a bloody pulp and when he looked around, he didn't see him among the men. And judging by the slightly sick look on Tessa's face and the solemn one on Ethan's as they finished getting ready to leave, it was easy to tell what had happened to him.

Eventually, he gave a nod. "Yeah . . . yeah, let's continue on."


"Claimed!"

Daryl reached down and plucked up the strawberry vine peeking out of the brown earth by the train tracks. The rest of the men gazed at him in what vaguely resembled approval. He turned around and was surprised to see a smile on Tessa's face. He smiled back and held out the strawberry vine to he. She picked two and handed each one to the twins. They ate them with smiles on their faces until their mouths were smeared with red juice and strawberry seeds.


The small group all held deep breaths as they walked up to the woman cooking meat on the grill, but relaxed when they saw the bright beam she adopted on her face upon seeing them. They had walked down alleyways strewn with flowers in beds and colorful items on the way to the center of the town. Jeremy felt his arm move to wrap around Rosita's waist and she sagged against him as Maggie did the same with Sam. His other arm wrapped around his daughter's waist and he felt Evan do the same as Maggie and Rosita had. They were finally here. Now it was time to find their people.

The smiling woman held a plate of food out to them and Maggie hesitantly took it. She felt Sam's hand linger on the small of her back - a motion that she knew Glenn was glaring at - as he carefully observed the charbroiled meat on the plate.

"Hi, I'm Mary. Looks like you've been on the road while."

"We have." Maggie spoke with a deep breath, and Mary nodded and continued to smile.

"Well then . . . welcome to Terminus."