Alright well here's another late one. I don't even have an excuse. Just college man. If you're in high school like, enjoy it bc college is tough as shit. Anyways, spring break is coming up and the walking dead came back on so I figured that if there was any hope of keeping this fic alive now was the time so here it is.

ALSO THE SHOW! SO MANY THINGS HAVE HAPPENED. ARL'S EYE (ARL...BC HE CAN'T C...LIKE WITH HIS EYE HE CAN'T SEE YA KNOW?) AND JESUS AND RICHONNE AND GLEGGIE AND BISQUICK AND NEEGAN AND SO MANY THINGS THAT I CAN'T EVEN RN OR EVER SO JUST OM OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

ANYWAYS...

This is a continuation of a four part chapter so here ya go.

We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.

~MaggieRhee


"Another mother's breakin'
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken."

-Zombie.

-The Cranberries


I looked out the back windshield as we drove away from the horde. The bodies got smaller and smaller as we got closer to wherever we were going.

Daryl sat in the front seat with the driver and I was in the back with the other girl. I didn't like the situation much but Daryl seemed to be relaxed into it. I just hoped that was for good reason.

Suddenly the jeep stopped, brakes screeching as blood burned like rubber under the tires. "Check them!" the driver yelled, parking the vehicle.

I was grabbed by my shoulders, my back to the girl grabbing me. She pulled me towards her so my head was in her lap.

She grabbed my chin and turned my head to each side. Her hands went down to the end of my shirt and she lifted it to my neck. "Hey, what're you-"

"Shut the fuck up!" she yelled, a gun held to my forehead.

"Whoa, he ain't bit. We ain't-" Daryl argued as a gun met his skin in between his eyes.

"What about you are you bit?"

"No!" He yelled.

The girl lifted the gun from my face. I sat up and turned away. The gun was raised to my chest and I held my hands up. "Take off your pants." she said.

My surprise was present on my face. "What?" I asked.

"You heard me." she said, sternly.

I shook my head. "I know but-"

"Take off your pants!" she yelled, ordering me to do so.

I quickly yet reluctantly unzipped my jeans. I turned to sit on the seat, the jeep being too small to take off much of any clothing comfortably, not that this was comfortable. I pushed them down to my ankles and kicked them off around my shoes.

I turned to her, waiting for inspection. She aimed a flashlight at my legs and examined them. "Your back." she said. "Turn around."

I turned away from her, facing the window. I only realized now that I didn't recognize the land that we were on. It seemed impossible that we had gone so far in such a short amount of time.

I turned to Daryl, to get his attention. He was already looking at me. He shrugged and glanced outside. He didn't seem concerned.

I decided not to be either. After awhile, all the train tracks look the same. We couldn't have gone that far.

I felt small hands on my back, grabbing my shirt again. The fabric came off my back again and my skin met the air. Then, my shirt came back down.

"He's clean." the driver said, confirming that Daryl hadn't been bit.

I waited for the girl that had examined me to speak, but she didn't.

"Julie?" the driver asked. "Is he good?" she spoke with purpose.

"Um," the girl, who I now knew as Julie, spoke.

"What is it?" I asked, hurriedly.

I turned, she still held the gun to my chest. "I got bit?" I asked.

She looked up at me and shook her head, slowly. "I'm so sorry."

My heart dropped and I shook my head. "No, I-I didn't. I never even felt any walkers There's no way I-"

"You have to do it." the driver said. "Before he turns into one of them."

"Hey, wait," Daryl said. "This don't many any sense. His back was to me that entire time. Just give him a minute."

"We don't know how fast he'll turn!" the driver yelled.

I reached around my back and couldn't feel the bite she saw. My hands wouldn't reach around all the way. "I'm not-I can't be-"

"I have to do this. You can't turn." Julie said, raising her gun again.

"Hey, he's got a wife. At least let him go. Let him try to get back and tell her before-"

"Like I give a shit! He's bit!" yelled the driver.

"Fuck you!" Daryl yelled.

"Fuck me? Fuck you!" she turned to Julie. "Do it!"

Julie cocked her gun. "I'm sorry."

"No, no please. Just-"

I watched as she closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

My back hit the door of the car. I heard Daryl scream. "Glenn!"

I waited for pain. I waited for hurt to come. I'd been shot before and the pain isn't something that's easy to forget.

However, it never came.

Then, I heard one of the girls scoff. It was almost like a giggle.

I opened my eyes. Both of the blondes were smiling in the other side of the jeep.

"What the Hell?" Daryl asked.

The girls burst out laughing. They almost collapsed into each other, weak. Julie held a gun with a white flag sticking out of the end that read 'POW!'.

I turned my back to Daryl who yanked up my shirt. He scoffed, almost annoyed. "Shit, there ain't nothin' here. He ain't bit." he said.

I looked at them as they laughed. "You were fucking with me?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm-I'm sorry but-"

"Are you fucking kidding?" I asked, yelling.

"Um-" Julie said. "Yeah, I was. You're not bit."

"What kind of sick fucking people are you?" Daryl asked. "Tellin' people they're bit!"

"Hey, listen," the driver said. "You don't get to talk to us like that. We picked your asses up off the road and took you in. If it wasn't for us you would be bit."

"And besides," Julie said. "How else are we going to have a little fun?" she said.

"I'm sure there are other ways." I said, picking my pants up from beneath my feet.

Julie grabbed my hand as my fingers met the fabric. "Don't." she said. "Leave them off."

"Leave them off?" I asked, appalled.

"You too." said the driver to Daryl. "This is a no pants Jeep."

I watched as Daryl had a change of heart. He was far from annoyed now that the girls seemed to have intentions other than saving us.

Daryl seemed to be enjoying the flirting blondes. "Is that so?" he said, leaning back. "What's your name sweet heart?"

"Daryl." I quietly scolded him. "You're with Beth."

"Yeah and she ain't here is she?" he said, turning to the driver again.

"Kristen." she said, giggling. "And that's my sister Julie."

"Yeah?" he asked. "What makes two girls like yourself stop and pick up people like us?"

"You looked like you could use the help." Kristen said. "And besides, I think Julie back there has a little crush on your friend."

"My name is Glenn." I said. "And I appreciate the compliment but-"

"Glenn," Daryl cursed. I leaned beside his seat so he could speak to me quietly. The girls giggled as he turned towards the passenger window to whisper back to me. "Don't fuck things up."

"What do you mean? Things are already fucked up." I said. "Everything is fucked up."

"If you think bein' in a jeep with two hot blondes is fucked up the you have other problems." he said.

"I'm with Maggie. You're with Beth." I said. "We can't."

"Right," he said. "We already are datin' hot sisters. Why not go for another pair?" he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. Was he seriously falling for this?

I reached for my jeans again but they were snatched from my hand and tossed out of the sun roof.

"Hey!" I yelled.

"Oops," Julie said. "Sorry." she giggled flirtatiously.

"Those were my favorite jeans! Not like I have that many pairs anyways." I said.

"Awe, I'm sorry." she said, laying her head in my boxer clad lap. "We can get you another pair when we get back home."

I eyed Daryl, who now had Kristen's hands in his hair, in the passenger side rear-view mirror. "Where's home?" I asked.

"A few miles from here." she said.

"It's just our camp." Kristen said. "Nothing fancy but it's where we call home."

"And ya'll just got pairs of jeans lying around?" Daryl asked. "Must be pretty well established."

"We're collectors in a way." Julie chimed from my legs. "It's sort of fun when we go on runs. It's like a big search and find and we always get to keep what we collect."

"Must be pretty good at collectin'." Daryl said.

"We have enough." Kristen said. "It's because we have good people. Hard workers who make living there possible."

"How many people?" I asked.

"Enough," Julie said, moving herself so she was straddling me. "But only one that you should care about."

I laughed shortly, trying to be nice but also denying her. "Julie, I-" I quieted my voice. "I have a wife. I can't-" Not to mention that I didn't particularly want to.

Her lips were inches from mine. "Sure you can." I could taste her breath on my mouth. "Your wife isn't here." she draped her arms around my shoulders. "And I won't tell her if you won't."

"I'll probably tell her."

"Yeah, he'll tell her." Daryl confirmed.

"So? What do I care?" she asked.

She leaned into me, her hips moving against mine in a way that didn't feel like Maggie's.

"Julie, listen, I-"

"No," she said. "You listen." she smiled at me. "Don't think about it. Just do what your body tells you to."

My body was telling me over and over again about how this wasn't Maggie. Julie's elbows were digging into my neck as her laid her arms over my shoulders. The buckle on her shorts kept scraping my stomach each time her hips moved. Her hair didn't shine and her face didn't glow. She wasn't Maggie and nothing felt right about this. My body was telling me to get out from under her.

However, I saw Daryl in the rear view. He was shaking his head and I knew what he was trying to tell me. I couldn't mess this up or offend these girls. They could throw us out on the road again and who knows how close the next horde is.

I suppose this wasn't all bad. Even though this group they were describing didn't sound like the Poets it didn't matter. Perhaps some of their people, the collectors, knew something about the Poets and where we might be able to find them.

Julie's lips neared mine again I turned my head. She left sticky kisses on her way down my jawline. I wondered if she was wearing some sort of lipstick I had missed. Her hands roamed over my body, slipping my shirt off over my head.

"Shit, Glenn," I heard Daryl say, laughing a little.

Nothing about this was funny. I shook my head, feeling a little nauseous.

Julie then took her own tank top over her head and threw it out the sun roof.

She pressed her body against mine as her hips rocked back and forth. She took my hands in hers and placed them on her back.

"Julie," I heard Kristen say from the front. Stopping and parking the jeep so she could move into Daryl's lap. "It's time."

"Time?" I asked. "Time for what?"

She smirked at me. At first it was the same flirty smile she'd given me earlier. "For your kiss." she said.

"Yours too, Daryl." Kristen laughed as their lips met.

"No, really I-"

Julie's lips pressed against mine, tasting nothing like what I was used to or wanted.

After a moment she pulled away and wiped her mouth off. "Sweet dreams, Glenn." she said, darkness in her tone.

"Sweet dreams?" I asked my words slurring. "What're you-" I suddenly became very tired. Drowsiness overcame me in a tidal wave, washing me over to exhaustion.

"Glenn, don't sleep." I heard Daryl slur from the front.

It was too late. I was already gone. Before I slipped under, I watched the girls grab their guns and leave the jeep.

I didn't know what was going on, but just because I was asleep, didn't make me feel any less sick.


So this was sort of shitty and boring and maybe not the best chapter to use to try and make a comeback since Maggie wasn't even in it but whatever. It is what it is and next chapter is lit so dont miss it!

Also, if y ou want to leave a review telling me you read it so I know I'm not the only one that would be awesome. While you're at it tell me what the name and gender of the baby should be bc I want to know what you think!

THANKS FOR READING!

We. All. Got. Jobs. To. Do.

~MaggieRhee