Okay this took some time but here it is! There is rape? in this chapter, well at least I think. I'm not sure if it would be considered rape or not but I'm going to go with yeah. As you know when I start a new pov or scene I do three dots ... there will be Warning underlined to tell the part if you don't feel comfortable reading it. Anywas I hope you guys enjoy!
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Maggie held her gun tightly in her hand and kept it raised at Merle. Merle however, broke into a laugh and moved his gun from aiming at her. He stretched his arms to his sides and bent down placing his gun to the ground. "Wow," he broke the laugh and took a few steps forward.
"Hey, back the hell up," Maggie shouted at him when he started to walk towards Glenn. Maggie remembered hearing stories about Merle. Some of the stories not so great, but there was one or two Daryl had told her that showed the under his assholeness that Merle was a good guy. But right now she was pretty sure that the nice guy was sure as hell not going to be making a appearance, especially with the fact that the group had left him on a roof before she met them.
"Okay, okay, honey, Jesus." He said, lifting his hands up; well hand up.
"You made it," Glenn stated, his eyes burning a hole in Merle's head. Maggie looked to him quickly then back to Merle.
"Can you tell me, is my brother still alive?" He asked, looking straight at Glenn.
Glenn's eyes drifted to her quick before he answered. "Yeah."
A large smile of relief formed on Merle's face. "Hey, you uh, take me to him and I'll call it even on everything that happened in Atlanta. No hard feelings." Glenn's eyes moved to the large knife he had for a hand. Merle's eyes followed Glenn's and he let out a chuckle. "You like that? yeah, well a... I found myself a medical supply warehouse. Built this thing with the shit I found. Nice isn't it?" He asked raising his eyebrows. His eyes moved to Maggie quickly and he looked her up and down, before turning back to Glenn.
Glenn's hold on his gun tightened. "We'll tell Daryl you're here and he'll come out to meet you," Glenn told him. Merle's smile fell and his brows furrowed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, just hold up a moment here," He said stepping forward.
"Stop there," Glenn commanded.
"The fact we found each other is a miracle. Come on now, you can trust me," He said his smile returning.
Maggie's eyes moved to Glenn and then Merle pulled a gun from his back and jumped forward wrapping a arm around her neck. They fell to the ground and he pushed the gun to her head dragging her to the side of the car.
Glenn aimed his gun at Merle and begun to move his feet anxiously. "Hold up buddy, hold up."
"Let go of her, let go of her." Glenn shouted.
"Put the gun in the car." Glenn's eyes moved to Maggie then back to Merle. He tossed the gun into the car and held his hands up. "Now let's get in the car."
"We're not going back to our people."
A Cheshire cat grin formed on Merle's face. "Oh no, we're not going back there. Were going somewhere else. Now get in the car."
...
Daryl looked down the row of cells and got his bow in position. He moved down the row looking into each cell for a walker. The first few were empty, but a loud moan came from a few cells over. Daryl moved to the cell with the cell door wide open. A walker came rushing out at him, mouth open wide, black ooze rolling down it's chin. Daryl shot the arrow getting the walker right between the eyes.
The walker fell to the ground with a thud and a knife fell from it's neck. Daryl moved to the walker and pulled his arrow from it's head then moved to the knife. He picked the knife up and gave it a look. He felt his chest tighten when he recognized the knife he was holding. It was Carol's knife.
...
Maggie looked around the room Merle was leading her in. He had put Glenn into a room next to her and she was thankful for that. At least he was close to her if they found a way to escape. Merle tightened his hold on her arms making her cringe. He let her go and pushed her to the table sitting in the middle of the room. "You may wanna get comfy. You're going to be here for awhile." Then walked out of the room locking the door behind him. Maggie scanned the room looking for anything she could use as a weapon, but found nothing she could use on Merle.
Merle was Daryl's brother. How was she suppose to kill the man she loves brother? Did she just say love? No she didn't love Daryl, did she? She shook her head. This was still Daryl's brother and if she had to kill him he would never forgive her. He would loathe the sight of her.
Then
Maggie lied her head on Daryl's shoulder as he brushed his fingers through her hair. Both them were enjoying the small moment of silence. Well what you could call silence. The walkers outside could still be heard from the inside of the prison and honestly it was driving her crazy.
Their bodies were still sweaty from their intense sex session they had just had. She felt his chest rise and fall under her hand lied across his tattoo. Maggie's eyes moved to the tattoo on his right. That tattoo was old by the faint green color mixed with the black. She traced her finger along the ink. "What's it say?" She asked.
Daryl shifted his body. "Nothing interesting," he answered. Maggie's head moved from his shoulder and she leaned on her elbow.
"It is interesting, if it wasn't I wouldn't wanna know," She replied back. Her eyes moved to the ink. "Blödmann," she tested the word on her lips. "What language is that?"
Daryl let out a loud sign then closed his eyes. "German," he answered. Maggie raised a eyebrow.
"German? I didn't know you were German."
"I'm ain't" he replied. "The tattoo artist was, well he wasn't even a artist just a drunk fucker with a gun." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Why did you get it?" She asked tracing her finger along the letters. He let out a grunt. "Come one, tell me please?" She begged, he opened one eye and she gave him a puppy dog face. "Fine," He mumbled. "I was fiftteen and drunk-"
"You got it at fiftteen?" She asked cutting him off.
"Do ya want me ta tell ya the story or not?" He asked agitated.
"Sorry," she apologized.
"I was hanging out with Merle and some of his friends. We were all piss faced drunk, one of his friend wanted to play that game Truth or Dare. I didn't wanna play, but I some how ended up getting convinced into playing. After a few dares the guys tattoo machine got brought up. Merle volunteered me ta get some ink. I don't remember much besides them calling me a pussy when a tried to back out. When I woke up the next morning I had a tattoo," he finished.
"Your brother is a asshole." Maggie said. Daryl just shrugged his shoulders.
"Yeah, but when he found out what the tattooed meant he was fucking pissed. He started beating the guy and all kinds of shit."
"What's it say?" She asked again.
Daryl let out a sign and looked at her. "Ya can't fuckin laugh." He pointed a finger at her.
"I won't I swear," She said innocently.
"Dumbass," He mumbled. Maggie raised her eyebrows.
"Are you serious?" She asked letting out a chuckle.
Daryl moved from under her and pushed her to the side of the couch. He bent down grabbing his jeans from the ground and pulling them up his legs.
"I'm sorry," Maggie said getting to her feet. She placed her hands on his shoulders, but he shrugged her off. "Really I am, I just thought it would be something else. You said your brother got pissed so I thought that it was something really bad." She defended her laughing.
"Well it ain't," He snarled.
"Then why did he get so mad?" She asked. He didn't reply and started looking for where Maggie had thrown his shirt. "Daryl, come on, I'm sorry," She placed her hand on his shoulder again. This time he didn't push her off.
"Don't really know. I thought he would of laughed, but he didn't" He moved back to the couch and sat down. "My brother, he's a fuckin asshole, but he was a good guy. No one ever saw that part of him, the part that was good. He didn't care about a lot of things, but he did care bout me." Daryl finished, his hand was in his hair and his elbows rested on his knees. Maggie sat down next to him and leaned her head against his shoulder. She knew he loved his brother and would of done anything to get him back, but at the moment all he needed was quiet.
Now
Maggie was brought back from he thoughts when a man came into the room. He was tall with short brown hair. He stood tall and held a knife in his hand. He had a large grin on his face as he walked over to the table. He pulled out a chair and put out his hand. "Why don't you take a seat, we need to have a talk." Maggie swallowed the lump in her throat and swore she felt her heart stop.
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Daryl stabbed his knife in the concrete over and over. He sat in front of a door with a walker behind it. The walker kept banging into the door and had been for the past hour. Daryl huffed out a breath and stabbed the ground one last time. He pushed off the floor and picked up the walker blocking the doorway. Holding a flashlight in one hand and knife in the other he opened the door with his foot and was prepared for the walker to lunge out at him. Instead he was met with nothing but empty space. He moved the light around the small room and it flashed on a figure sitting near the door.
Carol had her mouth open party as she squinted looking into the light of the flashlight. Daryl dropped his knife to the ground and move to Carol. He pulled her into his arms and moved quickly out of the room.
...
Daryl watched as Carol wrapped her arms around Rick. "The poor thing fought her way into the cell. Must of passed out, she's dehydrated." Daryl told Rick.
"How'd you go a week?" Rick asked pulling away from the hug and letting Hershel hug her next.
"I found some old granola bars stashed in the room I was in," she answered. Rick placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Well thank God for those granola bars," Rick joked. Daryl watched as Beth walked into the cell with Little Ass Kicker in her arms. Carol smiled at the baby and then turned to Rick. The look on Rick's face said it all and she begun to tear up.
"Rick, I'm so sorry." She placed a hand on his shoulder. He gave her a nod and then moved out of the cell block.
"We have a problem, grab your bow," Rick whispered to Daryl so no one else could hear. Daryl gave him a nod in return and grabbed his bow from the stairs. He followed Rick and Hershel into the other half of the cellblock where a woman sat. Her hair was in dreads and had a bandana wrapped around her head.
"We can attend to that wound for you, give you a little food and water then send you on your way." Rick told her as he stopped in front of her. "But you're going to have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula."
Daryl inspected the woman. Her hand was holding her upper left thigh, her eyes staring at Rick. She held herself straight and had a good poker face. She kept quiet for a bit longer then finally talked.
"The supplies was dropped by a young Asian guy," He felt his heart starting to speed up, Don't say her. "With a pretty girl," He swore his heart stopped.
Rick turned and shared a look with him and Hershel. "What happened?" The woman looked hard at Rick. "I said what happened?" Rick snarled and pushed his hand to her wound. The woman jumped to her feet.
"Don't you dare touch me," she snarled.
"Were they attacked?" Hershel asked.
"They were taken," she answered looking to Hershel.
"Taken by who?" Rick snarled.
"The same son of a bitch who shot me. He brought them to a town, Woodbury."
"This town how many are there?" Rick asked.
"About seventy-five survivors, I think they were brought there by this guy who runs the place, he calls himself The Governor." She snarled saying the man's name.
Daryl tightened his grip on his bow and his mind begun to plan ways to get in this town called Woodbury. If that man laid one hand on Maggie he'd cut that fuckers hand off and then some. "They got muscle?" he asked the woman.
"Military wannabes. They have armed men on every wall," She answered looking at him.
"You know away in?" Rick asked, the woman nodded her head.
"The place is secure from walkers, but we could slip out way through." She answered.
"See him," He pointed towards Hershel, she nodded. "That's Hershel, The father of the girl who was taken and him," He pointed to Daryl. "He's the uh... Well he's with the girl." Daryl rolled his eyes at Rick. "Hershel will take care of that."
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Warning
"We'll take you back to your people and explain this was just a big misunderstanding," The Governor said, sitting in the seat across from her. "You tell us where they are and we'll drive you there."
Maggie crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the man across from her. "I want to talk to Glenn," she said conveniently.
"I can't allow that, your people are dangerous. Handcuffed my man to a roof and forced him to cut off his own hand to survive-"
"I don't know anything about that," she cut him off. He grinned.
"Perhaps you don't. All you have to do is tell us where they are and the two of you can go free, I promise."
When the words "I promise" left his lips she felt a shiver go up her spine. She tightened her arms crossed over her chest. She turned her eye line from him and stared at the ground instead.
"No? Fine, let's try something else." He smirked. "Stand up," he commanded. Maggie kept her eyes down and her heart begun to speed up. "I said, stand up" he growled. Maggie turned her head to face him and she could see the anger in his face. "Now," he stood this time and his hands slammed against the table.
Maggie begun to shake and slowly got to her feet. "Good girl, now take off your shirt," he sat back down on the chair and leaned back. His arms went behind his head and lifted a leg to the table.
"No," she said. She tried to hide the fear in her voice, but failed. His leg moved from the table and anger crossed his face again.
"Take it off," he snarled. "or I'll bring your little boyfriends hand in here."
Maggie took a deep breath and grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She slammed the shirt of the table and glared at the man in front of her. He licked his bottom lip then sat up in his seat.
"Good, now your bra." He smirked. Her breathing begun to uneven and her body to sweat. "Go on." Her shaky fingers unclipped the hook. She shrugged the bra from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. As soon as she was fully bare from the waist up she crossed her arms over her chest blocking his view.
The man got up from his seat and moved around the table to her. Maggie's lip trembled when he pulled her arms from her chest. She turned her head and squeezed her eyes shut when his finger outlined her breast. His fingers were cold and rough along her skin and she had to hold back her tears. She would not be weak right now, she would not show him the effect he was having on her. His fingers traced up her breast and slide around her neck. His hand gripped the back of her neck and then he slammed her into the table.
Her face bounced off the hard wooden table and her hands were braced on the side of her head. He held her down with one hand, and she heard the other grabbing at his belt. The sound of the buckle hitting the hard ground made her cringe. She knew what was coming and she wanted to fight him, wanted to kill him, but she couldn't. She wasn't going to be held responsible for Glenn, her friend losing his hand or any other body part.
"You going to tell me now?" He asked into her ear. His breath hitting her face.
"You do what ever you're going to do." He pushed himself against her causing her to let out a groan of pain. "Go to hell." With the hand he held her down with he tighten his grip and pushed her down harder. Her face rubbed hard against the wood table and she cried out when he dug his nails in her flesh. His free hand moved to her belt and grabbed at the buckle. His fingers fumbled with the buckle and he let out a frustrated groan.
Tossing her belt to the side his hand moved to her jeans and yanked on the button. He pulled down her zipper and let his hand slide behind her jeans. Maggie tried to keep her cries to herself but when he cupped her through her underwear. A year fell from the corner of eye when he rubbed his palm against the fabric in slow circle. She cringed her face as he continue his movements. "It's going to be okay Maggie, you're going to be okay." The voice in her head said. Preparing herself for what was going to happen next she grinded her teeth together and took a breath through her nose. However, his hand pulled out of her pants and he let go of her hands.
The man moved away from her and buckled up his pants. "Come on," He said, his voice showing no emotion. Maggie slowly put her head up. Tears ran down her cheeks and she bit down on her bottom lip. She put her weight on her hands and pushed herself up with all the strength she had. "Hurry up, I don't have all day," He groaned. Maggie moved to grab her shirt. "No," he shouted. "That stays, now come on." Maggie's lip trembled and she moved her hands to cover her breast. She walked to the door and he opened it. His rough hands grabbed her arm and pulled her along the hallway stopping in front of a wooden door.
Maggie had so many thoughts running through her head of what was behind the door. Maybe it was his friends and he was going to pass her off to them. Maybe it was full of walkers and he was going to let them eat her. Maggie turned her head and looked at the sick bastard and he gave her one last once over before opening the door.
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Daryl walked along side Rick through the woods. They followed behind Oscar and Michonne towards the town called Woodbury, towards the son of a bitch who had taken his Maggie.
His Maggie, he liked the sound of that. Right now all he wanted was to find her and hold her in his arms. God when did he become such a pussy. "The moment you fell for that girl" The voice in his head said.
"I know what you did for me, for my baby girl while I was... working things out. Thanks," Rick said interrupting his thoughts.
"It's what we do," Daryl replied back. They kept walking not saying anything for some time before Rick broke the silence.
"Maggie, she's tuff, I'm sure she's okay." Daryl tensed and looked to Rick. Rick had his eyes on the back of Michonne's head. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, and let Rick's words sink in. He wasn't lying Maggie was tuff and he was sure she could handle by herself, but there was something in the pit of his stomach rubbing him the wrong way. Telling him he was wrong.
...
Daryl crouched next to Rick and Oscar watching the front Gate to Woodbury. Three men stood on the top of the wall, each with a riffle in their hands. They paced on the wall looking bored with their jobs on guard duty. The sound of a shrub moving behind them made all three men jump and turn. Michonne popped out from the shrub. "This way," she gestured with her head.
"Alright let's go," Rick told them. They all quickly followed behind Michonne as she led them to the wall. The wall had no lookouts and was in a dark area which he assumed there were no people living in the area. He followed behind Rick as they moved through a small gap in the makeshift wall.
The streets of the town had people walking freely around. Men, woman and children moving around like there way no danger outside of the walls they lived behind; like the world had not gone to complete shit. They lived fake easy lives which discussed him. These people didn't know what struggle was. They had no idea how it felt to starve and fight to survive.
Michonne led them to the back of a building. The door to what he assumed was a shop was unlocked, Michonne turned the handle to the door and walked in. Daryl looked at Rick waiting for his go. Rick nodded at him and he followed behind her. They walked into a room filled with box's of junk. The place must of been where they kept stuff they didn't need.
"Is this where they kept you?" Rick asked looking around the room. Daryl moved to the window and peaked outside.
"It's where they questioned me," She replied.
"Any idea where else they could be?" Rick asked.
"I thought you said there was curfew?" Daryl asked peaking at a couple walking down the street hand in hand.
"There is, the streets are packed during the day. Those are just stragglers," She answered.
"We got to move, were sitting ducks in here." Rick said standing next to Daryl peaking at the street.
"They could be in his apartment," She suggested. Daryl's head turned quick to see if she was being serious and she was. His fucking apartment, what if he. No don't think like that, he shook the thought from his head.
"Yeah? What if they aint?" He moved away from the window.
"Then we try somewhere else." She answered. Daryl watched her closely, trying to see if he could make out if she was lying. Because if she was and was leading them into a trap she was going to wish she was never born.
...
Maggie sat against the wall on Glenn's side. She had her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin settled on her knees. Glenn's shirt rested on her body, covering what the Governor had made her reveal to him. Maggie felt violated, she felt more than violated she felt empty. She had let herself cry into Glenn's shoulder when the Governor had brought her into the room.
She remembered locking eyes with Merle and saw the way he looked at her. He looked horrified, he had looked at her with such shock. His eyes said everything she needed to know from him. He had no idea what the man was going to do to her. He had no clue that the man he called his leader would sink so low. His eyes had moved to the Governor after her and she could see the hatred in his eyes towards him.
"Maggie, did he... did he-"
"Rape me?" She finished his question, Glenn nodded. Maggie shook her head. "No," She answered back.
"Maggie," Glenn placed his hand on her back, but she shrugged it off.
"No, he didn't. He stopped before it got to that," she nuzzled her nose against her knee.
"Alright," He replied getting to his feet.
"All this time running from walkers. You forget what people do," Maggie lifted her head from her knees. Glenn moved to Maggie and kneeled down in front of her. He pulled her hands into his and she looked up at him.
"Hey, were going to get out of here and that fucker is going to pay; they both will." Maggie bit her lip and nodded her head. Glenn let her hands go and walked to the dead walker in the middle of the floor. He bent down and ripped the arm on the walker. Maggie slowly got up and walked over to Glenn. He broke the arm in half and snapped the forearm bones in half. "Be ready when they come back," He handed her half of the bone and nodded her head. She was going to kill the Governor.
...
Things had happened so fast when the door had opened. Glenn tackled Merle and she somehow ended up with a gun. Maggie held the gun to Merle's head as he held Glenn down with a knife at his throat. "Let him go," She shouted at him. Merle slowly looked up at her.
"Okay," he held his hand and knife up. Then Maggie felt the gun against the back of her head. Merle grabbed the gun from her hands and shouted at Glenn. "Get up," he pulled Glenn to his feet and started to drag him down the hall. Maggie felt one of the men behind her grab onto her wrist and lead her the same way as Merle and Glenn.
Walking down the hallways felt like it took hours. Everything around her moved in slow motion. They turned a corner and moved her and Glenn into a empty room. Bringing her to the middle of the room they pushed her down onto her knees and Glenn next to her. Maggie felt Glenn's hand grab hers and she looked over at him. His eyes was swollen and his face covered in blood. She was at least happy she had him by her side.
A bag was put over her head darkening everything around her. She let her eyes close and then felt them tug at her arms. "On your feet, move" A guy shouted at her. She got to her feet and let them drag her along. Then loud crackles filled the air and Maggie took a deep breath ready to die.
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