Hey guys,

So I don't have anything to say about the show since there hasn't been another episode since my last chapter. I guess I don't really know what to put in this since I normally talk about the show. But I liked how we always have a conversation in the reviews about the show so i guess my question for you guys is

Who do you think is going to die in the finale?

So yeah, that's just what I want to talk about with you guys.

I'm sort of thinking Carol bc they've built her character up a lot this season so maybe it's her but I've also heard that they're going to give her Alpha's plot from the comics. But at the same time I feel like they might go with Glenn since he's the one who died in the comics and the writers have been getting a lot of shit for not killing main characters. So since issue 100 is so iconic, kills a main character, and it would be an opporutnity to stick to the comics, I feel like that might happen.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Anyways, enjoy.

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

~MaggieRhee


"Flying like a cannonball, falling to the earth

Heavy as a feather when, you hit the dirt

How am I the lucky one? I do not deserve

To wait around forever when you were the first

First you get hurt, then you feel sorry."

-First.

-Cold War Kids.


Beth was sobbing as we took Daryl to Dr. Peters. Despite our best efforts, Daryl had lost a lot more blood. I knew the pain had to be unreal. He just wouldn't stay passed out. Every once in a while he would fade out of consciousness, but soon he would come to, screaming again. I couldn't imagine how he was feeling.

He had been out since we arrived, which was about ten minutes, and I hoped he would stay that way.

Beth and I had started carrying Daryl. I didn't want Maggie to have to lift anything too heavy after all she had been through tonight. I lifted my one hand and hit Dr. Peters' office door.

Rosita answered. "Shit." she said.

I passed her to lay Daryl on one of the cots.

"Where's Dr. Peters?" Beth cried.

Rosita started grabbing bandages to help with the bleeding. "I don't know. He said he would be back soon but that was about 30 minutes ago."

Eugene was also in the office. "I saw him walkin' into his trailer when I was coming this way. That was approximately 10 minutes ago. He couldn't have gone far."

"We need him here. Now." I said as I helped press bandages to his arm.

"I'll go retrieve him." He stood to go.

"Run." I said. He nodded and fled the room.

"What the fuck happened?" Rosita asked.

"The Poets." Maggie said, she stood in the corner, her arms crossed against her chest. "Glenn and Daryl went after them."

Rosita stared at me in disbelief. "Holy shit you found their base?"

"Yeah, we did." I said, wrapping his arm up.

"Hell yeah! Let's go get 'em."

"We tried." I said.

"Yeah but that was just the two of you."

"Rosita, Daryl's hurt. They did this. They cut off his arm." I explained to her.

"Shit." she said. "But listen, if we tell Rick that we know where they are-"

"Rosita," I said.

"Listen, if we tell him he'll get a group together to go out."

"No. We don't need more people need to go out there. We don't need even more people ending up like this."

"If we get organized we can go out and asesinato their asses."

"Go out again? They just got back. Look at him!" Beth cried.

Rosita rolled her eyes. "We should tell Rick. Now."

"Rosita," Maggie said with a warning tone.

"Now?" I was shocked. "Rosita, Daryl is missing half his arm. We can't leave."

"Dr. Peters will be here soon. If we wake Rick now we could have a group together by tomorrow night, maybe even by the afternoon. The sooner we attack, the less they'll be expecting it."

"Rosita," Maggie said quietly.

"I'll go get him up. You'll have to talk to him and tell him about what you and Daryl saw." she started walking towards the door.

Maggie spoke again. "Rosita."

"No one is leaving. We can't. Not when Daryl is like this." I said.

"That's why you'll have to come with the group tomorrow, to lead the way to their camp. I'll go get Rick and we can all-"

Rosita was cut off. Maggie had her held against the door, pushing and keeping her there with an elbow. Rosita reached for her knife but Maggie swiped it from her belt.

"Do you think this is some sort of game? Us goin' out there again and again?"

"Maggie what the hell?" Rosita choked out.

"Goin' out there again is a suicide mission. Look at what happened!" she yelled.

"Get off me, you bitch!" Rosita said, scratching at Maggie's forearm. Her legs kicked as they dangled above the floor.

"They almost died out there. WE almost DIED out there! This isn't a joke!" Maggie said, pressing her arm further into Rosita's throat.

I got up. "Maggie," I touched her shoulder and she jerked away.

Rosita gasped for air. "Get off-stop," she was turning colors. "Magg-"

"You're not tellin' Rick anything about this. We're not goin' back out there."

Rosita's body went limp, her face purple.

"Maggie stop it!" Beth cried but didn't move, still holding bandages on Daryl's arm.

Maggie yelled again. "We're not going anywhere. Glenn isn't going anywhere! Do you hear me?"

I heard what Maggie said but didn't entirely understand it. I knew that she didn't particularly like when I went on runs or trips like this, but she also knew it was necessary. She got upset sometimes, especially when I had a close call, but she was never like this.

Rosita didn't answer.

"Maggie, that's enough." I said. "Maggie!" I yelled.

She jerked her arm up, pressing harder into Rosita. "Do you hear me?!" she yelled.

Rosita's eyes opened and she barely nodded.

Maggie held her arm there for a second or two more before releasing her. Rosita's body fell to the floor, a pile of camouflage and breathlessness.

Tension filled the silent air for a few moments. The only sound was the severed end of Daryl's arm pressing against the pads Beth held to it.

I stared at Maggie and she stared at Rosita. Finally, her eyes met mine. Normally I could read her expression without much difficulty, but not tonight. She didn't look like she was sorry for choking Rosita. She still looked like she was filled with rage. She looked away from me and took a few steps back into the corner where she had been before, her arms crossed her chest.

Suddenly, Daryl erupted. He screamed and cried, awake again.

"Oh God!" he called out.

I turned to help Beth stop the bleeding that was worsening with each movement. "Daryl, stop." she cried.

"Oh Beth." he looked like he was sorry she had to see him like this.

"Daryl, Dr. Peters is on the way to help."

He looked confused, and probably was. Between the pain and the blood loss I wondered if he even understood that we were back at Terminus.

"Stop moving." Maggie said coldly as she finally came over to help.

"I don't have an arm! I don't have an arm!" he cried, over and over again. His tears clouded his eyes and he reached up to wipe them with both hands. However, he cried even harder when he realized he only had one.

"Daryl, stop!" I said, pinning him down at the elbows.

Rosita stirred in the corner. "You bitch!" she said, lunging at Maggie.

"Hey!" I turned to put myself between them.

Maggie, although I could see she was filled with aggression, didn't step into the fight. She stood behind me.

"Try me ahogo nuevo hijo de puta y juro por Dios que te mato!"

I turned to see if Maggie would respond. She didn't, but the look in her eyes made me scared for Rosita. I wasn't sure of what Maggie might do if she got her hands on Rosita again.

"You guys!" Beth yelled.

I looked over and she was on top of Daryl trying to hold him down. He was having a seizure. Her legs were on eiether side of him, trying to pin down his arms with her knees. I knew that was only making the pain worse for him.

"Rosita, go find Eugene and Dr. Peters!" I said.

"No way! Not after what she did, that perra! We should go and kill them before they come here and kill us!"

"Go to hell." Maggie growled from behind me.

Rosita unleashed another string of Spanish curses and leaped towards Maggie.

Rositsa grabbed for Maggie's hair and Maggie's fist met Rosita's lip, leaving her bloody and without her third tooth. They scratched and clawed.

"Stop!" I screamed. "This is ridiculous!"

"Is it?" Rosita asked, finally backing away. "Because who knows who the hell the poets had follow you back here."

"Daryl needs help. He'll die if he bleeds out." I said, not really listening.

"He'll die anyways if we don't kill the poets. Who knows who's in our home right now waiting to kill all of us." she said. "They've been in our camp before."

"Then we'll take them here, on our turf, together." Maggie said.

"Why so you can keep an eye on your baby daddy?" she accused. "Sounds pretty damn selfish to me." Rosita walked towards her again and got loud. "It's selfish that you're willing to risk all of our lives just because you're scared for his!"

"I need help! He's shaking!" Beth yelled on top of Daryl, who was dying.

Maggie yelled as she clawed at Rosita's eye. They screamed back and forth at each other. Daryl cried out in pain. Beth cried on top of him.

"Stop!" I yelled to everyone, though no one listened. "Everyone just stop!"

"Hey!" another voice said from the doorway.

I turned to see Eugene and Dr. Peters standing there.

Rosita backed away from Maggie and sat in the other side of the room. Beth seemed to get control of herself and Daryl, as he was shaking less now.

"Finally," I sighed walking over to him. "It's Daryl, he was-"

"I know." Dr. Peters said, holding up his hand to stop me. "Eugene has already explained the situation to me on the way over."

Daryl cried out in pain again. "Ahh!" he yelled.

"Alright, Daryl we're going to take care of this." Dr. Peters looked at Rosita. "But I'm going to take care of you first."

Her eyes were wide, shocked. "Me?" she pointed at her chest.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked washing his hands. "Daryl is on the counter seizing, dying and you're having some cat fight with Maggie."

She scoffed. "You didn't see what she did to me!" Rosita yelled, aiming her finger at Maggie. Maggie smacked it away.

"I don't care! You work here, this is you job! You can't act like that if you expect to be able to work here and help out!" he yelled at her putting on his gloves.

"Wait," Rosita said slowly, "What're you saying?"

"I'm saying get out!" he yelled. "You're fired!"

Rosita shook her head. "Please, don't. This is one of the last jobs Rick said I was allowed to take. I have to keep this one or-"

"That's not my problem. You weren't taking responsibility for my patient, and now you're wasting my time." he said, clearly ready to work on Daryl. "Get out of my office."

Rosita looked like she wanted to argue but didn't. Instead, she glared at Maggie, and left. Maggie walked over to the table, like none of what had just happened to Rosita had anything to do with her.

"Maggie, you should-"

"What can we do about Daryl? What are our options?" she asked.

"Well, I can cauterize it. There will be a lot of pain but the bleeding will stop."

"But he'll have one arm." Beth said.

"There is another option." he said, he glanced around at us. "How long has it been, since this happened.

"It's hard to say. Maybe 40 minutes. An hour tops." I said.

"Okay, okay," Dr. Peters looked like he was feeling the pressure of the situation. "I might be able to reattach it. Of course, if one of you picked up the other half of his arm." He looked up at us.

Daryl, with tears in his eyes, looked up at us hopeful.

I shook my head, sadly. "There was no time. We had to get out of there."

"They'd already done this to Daryl who knew what they would've done to the rest of us if we'd stuck around any longer." Maggie said.

"Wait!" Beth said, still sitting with a leg on either side of Daryl's hips. "It was really fast, I didn't have time to wrap it or anything." she reached for her bag. "But I got it!"

She reached in her messenger bag and pulled out the other half of Daryl's arm. It was pale and discolored. It didn't match the rest of Daryl's sun burned, roughed up skin. The severed skin and bone came out of the end while the flesh rolled up away from the wound.

Dr. Peters held it in his gloved hands. "He was cut about in the same place each time. It's like he was tied down when this happened."

"He was." I said.

Dr. Peters looked up at me and I could tell he was wondering what horrors we had encountered. Instead of questioning me, he went on with Daryl. "There's not much splintered bone. I won't guarantee that you'll be able to have full function with it but," he nodded and smiled. "I'll be able to put it back on."

Daryl smiled as much as he could while still in pain. "Beth, you beautiful little song bird." he reached up and kissed her and she smiled.

Dr. Peters examined it further. "The fingers, are turning colors though, and there is some bruising that might make it hard for all the nerve endings to reattach themselves." he said. He put the arm down and put a mask on. "If we want the best results, we have to do this right now." he said.

He reached behind him for some straps. He tied Daryl's shoulder down to the cot.

"Daryl, I need you not to move. It will be hard but you have to try."

"You don't have anything you could give me?"

"I have some pain medication." he held them out in his hand. Beth took them and put them in Daryl's mouth.

"How much are those really going to help?" I asked. "I mean, you want him to keep still but-"

"The only other thing I have is some numbing medication. I could inject it around the area but-"

"But what?" I asked.

He glanced around, like he might not want to say, but then he spoke. "I was going to use it for when Maggie delivers. It's not easy to come by and there's not a lot of it to go around." he spoke with remorse.

The four of us looked at each other for a second. Daryl looked at me and Beth looked at Maggie.

Maggie shrugged. "Do want you gotta do." she said walking away.

"Daryl, I know you're in a lot of pain right now. But Maggie needs those."

"Of course, I know that. I wouldn't do that to her. No, no Maggie." Daryl said, calling her back over. "I'm not gonna take those from you. You need 'em more than me."

Maggie turned back to Daryl and reached for his hand, to say thank you. I was glad he was persistent about needing them. I didn't want to have to fight Beth and Daryl for this.

"I just can't-" he said. "I cant' stay awake. These pills ain't gonna work in time and I can't stay still while he's doin' all of this-" he winced. "I just need somethin' else."

"What? I'll get it what do you need?" I asked.

"I need you to punch me in the face." he said, serious.

"What?" I asked.

Maggie nodded. "Yeah, it'll knock him out. Just one good hard punch."

"I can take a lot but I can't take him doin' all of this. I need to be out."

"Daryl, I-"

"If I'm going to save this arm I need to start now."

"Fine, fine." I said.

I balled up my fist and leaned back. Daryl's eyes squeezed shut as he waited for the blow.

My fist met his face. I heard my knuckles crack and heard breath leave his lungs. I opened my eyes.

He was still awake. "Shit!" he yelled, his one hand reaching up to rub his jaw. "Shit, man that's all you got?" he yelled.

"Come on Glenn!" Beth yelled.

"You're strong! I know you got more in you than that. I've seen you knock out guys way bigger than me before."

"Yeah but I hate them. I don't hate you. The hate makes me stronger."

"Glenn, that's bullshit! Come on and knock me out!" He yelled.

"I have to start now. We're wasting too much time." Dr. Peters said.

"You gotta do it." Daryl said, his eyes piercing mine. "You gotta.

"Bite down on this." Dr. Peters put a cloth in Daryl's mouth.

"Glenn, punch him." Beth demanded. I looked up at her. "Come on knock him out!"

After all he had just done for Maggie, I wasn't sure if could. I could fight anyone who was a threat, and normally take them out, but this was Daryl.

"Glenn!" Daryl snarled around the cloth.

"Glenn, if you're going to do it. Do it now, I have to start."

Daryl's eyes got wide and looked at me urgently.

"Glenn, please!" Beth cried.

"I have to begin." Dr. Peters said. "I'm sorry but this will hurt."

Daryl cried as he looked at me. "Glenn!"

I closed my eyes and formed a fist again. Before I could hit him I heard a smack to Daryl's jaw and heard him stop moving.

I opened my eyes and saw Beth looking at Maggie. Daryl was out on the table, not moving.

I looked at Maggie who was looking at Daryl and holding her fist.

She looked at me. "I'll save you from doing that to then, right?" she asked.

"Maggie, what're you talking about?" I asked.

I saw a few tears gather in her eye lids and she shook her head. She bit her lip and glanced up at me. "Maggie, what's going on?" I reached up to touch her face.

"No," she reached up and slapped my hand like she had multiple times now. She shook her head again. "No." she turned and walked out the door.

Beth was talking to Dr. Peters. "Can I stay until he's done?" she asked,

"I knew you would." Dr. Peters said a smile in his voice. "You could even help hold the light. Grab a lamp please."

She nodded and hopped off of Daryl. She grabbed one of the lights from one of the counters and took the lampshade off. "Like this?" she said holding it over his arm.

"Yes, that's good." Dr. Peters said. "Thank you."

"Beth, I-" I walked over to her. "Do you need anything?"

"No," she said, looking up at me then. "But Maggie sure does."

I nodded and looked at Dr. Peters. His eyes glanced at the doorway, giving me permission to go.

I nodded and left to find Maggie.

I had left Terminus with the intention of stopping the Poets. But now, looking at the condition we had returned in, I think I had started something else.


Alright guys, thanks for reading. There will be a lot more of Maggie and Glenn in the next chapter but hopefully you all have been liking what was happening.

Also, leave the name and gender of what you think the baby should be! I really haven't decided and no one ever really does this so like i might really pick what you think.

Also tell me who you think is going to die. #thingsTWDfanssay

Thanks for reading!

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

~MaggieRhee