((Sorry guy I completely forgot about this story! I reread it an am actually pretty proud of the writing I did, heres an update. Given how old the story is, Im going to continue with the story as is and I will slowly try to catch up with the show.))

Maggie got no sleep, she sat awake all might staring up at the night sky, watching the rise and fall of Glens chest next to her, listening the the sound of wildlife moving around her, fighting off the irritating bugs of the night. The sun was beginning to rise, chasing off the night skies and any hope at getting sleep that Maggie had. It was ok though; she thought, all she sleep had waiting for her was nightmares.

Maggie got up and walked towards the fire that had only one other resident; Michonne, who was sharpening her Katana.

"Anymore of that rabbit jerky left?" Maggie asked, taking a seat right next to Michonne, taking note how much hotter it was next to the fire and covering her bare legs with her jacket.

Michonne turned to look at Maggie and with a smile went back to sharpening her blade. "Nope I think Abraham might have eaten it all."

A long silence followed, with the only things audible was the morning chirps of the birds, the crackle of the fire, and the sharp shrill sound of rock again metal. "Do you think we'll ever stop fighting?" Maggie asked, not looking at Michonne purposefully not looking at her. At first Maggie didn't think she was going to reply, leaving the question to dry and going back to listening the sounds around her and the sound of everyone else awakening.

"I don't know Maggie," Michonne finally said, drawing her attention back to the conversation and away from the sound of friendly footsteps approaching, "But I know seven places to hit to kill a man, and that you don't wash dark and light colors in the same wash. And I make sure to remember that both are important." she said, sliding her sword back into the sheath.

Maggie went to open her mouth in response but was cut off as Glenn sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulder. Maggie flenched when he reached in to kiss her on the cheek but not so hard it was noticeable. "Morning Babe" Glenn said to Maggie then noticed Michonnes presence. "Oh morning Michonne" he said before turning his attention back to Maggie who wasn't looking at him. "Umm, I was thinking of scouting the area before we head out, see if there is anywhere to get some supplies, maybe see if there was anything around her we could catch and eat...Uh did you want to come with?" Glenn said with a gentle smile, trying to catch Maggie's gaze.

"No I'm ok" Maggie said, shrugging off his arm. "Im just going to sit back here, start packing the cars up...um maybe help take care of Judith...but you go ahead! Be safe" Maggie said, turning to look Glenn in the face and feeling her chest empty at the sight of his concerned gaze. Maggie feigned a smile and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear "Im fine" Maggie said, getting up from her spot, "I promise" she said in a gentle voice before leaning down, cupping Glenns cheeks and kissing his forehead. Maggie turned to walk back towards her tent, wrapping her jacket around her waist. Glenn watched her walk away, "I'm worried about her" Glenn said to Michonne who was also rising up from her spot, but not taking his eyes off of Maggie.

Michonne patted the dirt off of her pants and chuckled, "She is worried about you too."

The rhythmic crunch of the leaves echoed through the otherwise silent forest. Sweat rolled off of Carls forehead and down to his eyelashes, where they beads built up and hung off of the tips of his eyelashes until it got so heavy it dripped onto his lip. Carl turned to look at everyone else around him. Daryl was as sweaty and greasy as he always was, hyper focused on the things around him. Glen was right beside him, sweat glistening off of his brow and he was speaking quietly to Sasha who was surprisingly dry, not a trace of sweat on her body. Then there was Noah, who tailed right behind Carl as if he own shadow.

"So do we just wander aimlessly around the forest until we come upon what? A gingerbread house?" Noah said, his arms resting on the axe that laid around his shoulders.

The only way Carls dad let him Scout with everyone else was if Noah came with him, and the only thing worse than scouting with a talkative Noah was being stuck at camp doing nothing with a talkative Noah. "You're not really supposed to talk." Carl said, hoping he'd just believe him instead of continuing to talk. "Well," Noah began, not to Carls luck, "If anything they would smell us before they would hear us."

Carl remained silent, but Noah was right. No one ever talked about it because you can't really take a hot shower at your luxury these days. You really just get used to the smell but when someone points it out you notice it and it is indeed gross. Carl looked back at Noah, and saw his thin shirt clinging to his sweaty body, showing every curve and edge of his surprisingly nice body. Carl didn't notice himself staring until his gaze reached up to Noah's, who returned the gaze with a curious expression.

"What?" Noah asked

Carl felt an unfamiliar feeling in his stomach and looked straight ahead, "I said you're not supposed to talk."

Noah opened his mouth to reply but was intururpted by the sound of Glen yelling in their direction. "HEY GUYS, I FOUND A RIVER!" Glenn yelled, a distance away from the young duo. A smile broke out on Noahs face and he started moving towards Gelnn. He patted Carl on the shoulder, "Come on its bath time baby!" He said and started running towards the rest of the group. Carl smiled, feeling a wave of relief wash over him for multiple reasons.

Carl started walking towards the sound of moving water. "Yea, bath time."

((Sorry this is so bad ? but heres an update))