Warning: Strong language and slight Carol bashing.
"I don't give a fuck what you say, Maggie!" Daryl shouted at the brunette who stood before him, arms crossed over her chest and eyes glaring at him, "If now ain't a good time, tell me when it fucking is."
"She's nineteen, Daryl!" Maggie shot back, unsure exactly on how she felt except worrisome and protective, "She's got her whole life ahead of her."
"Its the God damn zombie apocalypse and you say she's got her life ahead of her. If it weren't for me protectin' her she may have died Maggie. I trained her, got her ready for all that shit with the Governor. She's capable now."
"But you want to be with her."
"We've been together for almost a year. Soon as we were separated and I'll tell ya, that girl's shown me more love than anyone else in my entire stinkin' life."
"So what about Carol then?" Maggie shouted, arms now by her side as she stared down the hot headed man in front of her, "She's here, trying to be with you."
"I told you long time ago, same I did with Beth, I don't like Carol that way. Woman's got to much baggage and she killed two people. I don't even know why we're lettin' her stay here. She comes near Beth and I'll kill her myself."
Maggie sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "She's my little sister Daryl. She was sweet and innocent before all this and I never wanted this life for her. Loosin' Judith-"
"We don't know if we lost her."
"Look, I don't know what happened between you and Beth for those months, but I know she's different. She's no longer the little girl she was back home."
"No, she ain't."
"You're lookin' for my blessin' aren't ya?" Darly nodded and Maggie sighed heavily again, hand resting on her slightly pregnant belly. She wished Glenn were here to help her, but he was six feet under along with Tyreese, Sasha and her father. "You're not who I envisioned Beth datin and bein' with."
"Well its not like I'm askin' her to the prom or on a date Maggie. I want to be with her. I want to be hers. You know I'll protect her." Maggie nodded and bit her bottom lip, knowing Beth would be back from washing laundry soon. She needed to make a decision.
"Anything happens to her and its your head."
"Fair enough." Maggie made to turn before looking over her shoulder once more.
"She's still young Daryl. If she finds someone else or wants to move on, you let her, understand. I don't want her cryin' over you when you keel over from old age."
"Piss off Maggie," Daryl said as she left the home he and Beth shared. A small smile graced his lips as he heard Beth humming to herself.
She was finally his.