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Previously:

"We're getting through this. I'm not right either, Faye. We're both a little messed up. But we're gonna make each other okay? You with me?"

Faye nodded. She could do that.

Although, Faye didn't know why the universes way of making them okay was to take Carl's gun out of his hands, but force Faye's into hers.

Faye woke with a start.

Her hand shot out, gripping the arm that hovered over her, the strong hand now surprisingly light on her shoulder. The child knew who it was before she heard his voice. "Hey, jus' me."

Daryl squeezed her shoulder again as he sighed, Faye's tense muscles relaxing under his hold and she dropped her hand from his arm back to the bed. She must have kicked off her sheets, the girl thought, or maybe she'd never put them on. It didn't matter now. The nightmare, or rather Daryl, had woken her up now and it was unlikely that she'd get back to sleep again, no matter how important the next day would be. "Nightmare is all, relax."

Almost childishly, she groaned, flopping the other way so her face was embedded into the pillow. The hunter continued quietly. "Try 'n get back to sleep. Busy day tomorrow."

Faye mumbled, the sound muffled even further by the pillow. "Don't wanna."

"Yeah, neither do I. Hell, don't think Maggie 'n Glenn even need a damn party." That was true. As far as Faye could see, the couple had considered themselves married without the ceremony. Faye didn't blame them. Life was short on time and luck. They were making the best of things, they're love was strong enough, and all that jazz. Who had time for a fancy party in the apocalypse?

(The prison, apparently.)

No, this party wasn't for Maggie and Glenn, at least not completely. This was for the prison as a whole, something for them to look forward to, something to smile about, something to boost morale, she'd heard Daryl say to Carol about the whole thing while she was folding clothes. Morale. Spirits. Drive. In theory, it was a great plan. After she learnt the meaning, however, Faye couldn't help but wonder what the crash after the high would be like.

Daryl continued. "But ya told the bride you'd do it." When the girl hummed a non-committal reply, he sighed. "If you really don't wanna do it, no one's gunna force ya."

It was too early for Faye to switch from the pep talk to the pitying one. "I will. The dress is just dumb."

It wasn't the dress that really bothered her, it was the scar from the last hunting trip. The stitches may have been out, but the skin was red and angry. That too would fade soon, but a mark would be left, it would always be there, showing her stupidity and weakness. Showing that off to the world over a dumb green dress wasn't appealing. Her mistakes weren't for them to judge.

(Faye was sure that was some deep shit right there.)

But Daryl knew this. Of course he understood, he almost always did with these things. Faye wished she knew why. "Wear that jacket ya got over it. Not the hoodie, though, might mess up Beth's lil' plan t' make ya cute bit too much."

Daryl giving fashion advice, this was new.

"And my sneakers." She added, voice still both laced with sleep and muffled by the pillow. Really, she should have sat up, breathing wasn't particularly easy through the pillow. Faye rarely chose to wear her sneakers, but she liked them very much. Perhaps that was why. Although, it was probably because they were soft and breakable and weak.

Just like you.

Those qualities were far from useful for hunting, or anything hands on. A lot of the things she did were hands on, which meant the sneakers – no matter how cool she thought they looked – were out.

"And ya sneakers." The hunter confirmed, squeezing her shoulder a final time. That was his usual exit now, though he was barely leaving, only going behind the next wall. He'd hear if she had any nightmares. "Try and sleep."

She couldn't have slept even if she tried.

"How come you don't have to wear anything fancy?"

"'Cause I'm a boy."

"So? Glenn's got a shirt."

"Glenn's getting married, Glenn's got a shirt. You wouldn't catch me in a dumb shirt for anything."

"I call bullshit on that."

Carl snorted from his place outside Faye's cell, giving her privacy as she got ready. Running a hand through her hair once more, she sighed, turning away from the tiny mirror to pick up her jacket. She didn't miss the way her scar stood out against her skin. The girl was beginning to dislike her skin. It wasn't pale, but it didn't tan either – she was in some odd in between shade and she didn't like it. The jacket, a dark shade of green compared to the dress, soon covered the long mark that stretched over her arm, and Faye spoke to Carl as she pulled the sneakers from underneath the bed. "Have you even brushed your hair?"

"I always brush my hair!" He defended.

Faye scoffed. "Like hell you do."

Then, a new voice spoke up and Faye's head lifted away from the laces in surprise. "He has brushed it very nicely, I can confirm."

Michonne!

"You decent?" She asked before Faye could say anything, the girl now racing to finish her laces before the woman came in.

She bite her lip as she spoke, the sound slightly more breathy as she did so. "Yeah, yeah, come in."

The curtain opened, and an uninjured, completely fine Michonne walked in and Faye stood quickly, almost hitting her head against the top bunk as she launched into a hug. "You almost missed it!"

"What, the party? Not for the world."

The girl wasn't quite done with the hug yet. "How would you have known?"

"Alright, you got me," Faye finally released her and she held her hands up in mock surrender, a smirk playing on her lips. Faye laughed a little. Michonne always made her laugh. "I lucked out with timing, but I made it in time, didn't I? Wouldn't wanna get left out anyway, not with you dressed all pretty."

"I don't like it." She crossed her arms, and definitely didn't pout.

Such a damn child. Quit complaining.

"Sure, you don't." The woman replied easily.

Glaring, she continued. "I don't. But it's better with the jacket 'n sneakers."

The woman looked her up and down with a raised eyebrow. "We need to get some more colour in your wardrobe. Less green and grey should do the trick."

Faye looked down her dark grey sneakers, tapping her toes together as she did so. So what if she had a lot of the colours? Maybe she thought they suited her! "These are my only grey things."

Michonne shook her head. "I saw that lil' t-shirt you got on the run where we got all them dresses. The one with the star? Plenty of grey on that."

Oh, yeah. Faye had almost forgotten about that. She'd meant to start wearing it, but never actually remembered. "Well, I like it."

"'Course you do, else you wouldn't wear it all the time." Michonne stepped forward, making Faye pull a face as the woman messed with her bangs that were falling over her eyes. "That's right. Almost forgot."

Dropping a small bag onto the bed, Michonne rooted around in it until she pulled out to small objects. "Here we go. Found these, thought you might find them useful." Back in front of the mirror, Michonne stood behind the child as she reached around and pinned up her bangs with a hair slide. Looking closer, Faye saw the small green flower made of gems that glinted ever so slightly in the light.

Plastic, idiot.

Along with that were even tinier leaves that followed back up the pin, which was just about able to hold her hair out her eyes, both now visible. Faye smiled. It was pretty.

Pretty is breakable.

"You like it?" Michonne asked softly. When the girl nodded, she smiled along with her. "Thought you might. You're right about picking green a lot, matches your eyes."

It doesn't make you special. Nothing does. Nobody's allowed to be, especially not you.

The child turned around to face the woman, glancing around the room before a smirk met her lips, apparently ready for the 'moment' to end. "So, this is what the other half of the world looks like!"

"Yeah, yeah, well done, funny girl." Michonne shook her head.

Finally, a bored sounding Carl spoke up from outside the cell. "Are you two done being… girls?"

The smirk only grew wider. "I don't think that's a thing I can stop being, Carl. Done getting ready though? That I can do."

There was a pause before he said anything else. "…Is that a yes or a no?"

"Get in here and tell Faye she looks cute!" Michonne said, quickly earning a glare and a jab to the side from the girl, much to her amusement.

Faye barely had time to hiss a 'shut up' before the boy pushed back the curtain, an annoyed look adorning his face until he lay his eyes on his friend. Blinking, he tried to find some words to say. "You, uh, you look…"

"Well?" Michonne prompted him.

By this point, both children were red, Faye suddenly finding the pattern of her laces fascinating and Carl was suddenly looking anywhere but her face. "You look… okay."

The girl's head shot up with a raised eyebrow, Carl meeting her gaze with an amused look, the awkward tension suddenly gone. She tilted her head to the side, looking up and down at his slightly neater than usual clothes. "You look below-average to medium."

He grinned while he crossed his arms. "Come on, I at least manage an alright."

"Tsk," Faye replied, holding up her hands in defeat. "I think that's pushing it a bit."

Carl dramatically flicked his head back, the slight curls on his forehead swinging as Faye laughed at him. "I call unfair judging."

"I call a bad haircut."

"My hair is awesome and you know it."

"Your hair ought to crawl back under the hat, sheriff."

"The hat was holding me back!"

The two continued this as they left the cell, a baffled Michonne trailing behind them.

Author's Note:

Yes, this is merely part one. I'm technically 3/4 way through this chapter - but decided it was unfair to leave you for so long with nothing whatsoever despite all the crap happening that hasn't enabled me to write. Well, not all crap, but life gives ya a lil' bit of both.

So, part one of Maggie and Glenn's wedding! When I upload part two, I may merge the two chapters a bit later, but I'll let you know if that happens. Expect a lot of fluff to come!

I won't promise to update next Saturday, because that may leave disappointment, so I'll just promise to try and work a lot faster. Thank you all for sticking with the story!

Please review, I love to hear your thoughts and advice.

Thanks.

Cobalt Flame.