Glenn P.O.V

Pulling up the farm just brought this immediate sense of regret and dismay that just settled into every crook of my bones. The same thought just couldn't get out of my head the more I drove away from the highway. Was this me giving up? At the same time who else was going to escort T-Dog? He was my friend. I guess Majesty might've done the same.

I escorted the shivering T-dog into the large porch of the farm house, spotting the woman who had come to steal Lori from the group earlier in the woods sitting in a porch chair rocking back and

forth. She locked eyes with me immediately, giving this small smile as she said, "Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?"

I was still not used to the whole introduction and new world kind of meeting people so I stuttered as I responded, "uh, hi- yeah we closed it. Did the latch and everything. Nice to see you again."

T-dog gave me a side eye before sighing and looking at the girl. "Look, we came to help. Anything we can do?"

She quickly noticed the large and poorly bandaged cut going down his forearm, an unsettling look coming into her face. He was quick to clarify that it wasn't a bite and she relaxed. "We'll have it looked at. I'll tell them you're here."

I remembered the reason we came to 'help' and dug into my book bag, grabbing the baggie full of pills and drugs from Daryl. I said, "We have some painkillers and antibiotics. I already gave him some. If Carl needs any."

She gave me that same bright eyed smile that had me shuffling uncomfortably. If Majesty was here she would 100% have something to say about the looks I was getting from this girl. I smirked at the idea of my girl ripping into this one but quickly shook my head at the thought. I should not be thinking of things like that. The girl stood and guided us into the big old country style farmhouse. It was nice seeing lights and furniture- just some remnant of the old world on the inside. We followed her to a back room where her family was and Rick and Lori were hunched over a sweaty, bandaged Carl. I couldn't even describe the lump in my throat at the sight of him.

Shakily reaching up and grabbing my hat to take it off, I greeted, "hey. We're here, okay?"

Rick swallowed hard, giving a weak smile, "thank you."

"Whatever you need."

Nothing else was said, and we were escorted out of the room. As I walked out I felt a hand on the small of my back, making me jump as I realized the girl had touched me to guide me out of the room. She pulled away but didn't give me a second glance. I couldn't tell if I was just exaggerating or if she was trying to be nice and touchy on purpose. It still seriously felt wrong and long cheating so I allowed more space to fall between us as I followed around the house.

Her voice was soft and kind as she spoke, "I'll take a look at your arm, cmon." She sat us down at a table and turned to rummage through some medical supplies that were splayed out next to her. "I'm Maggie, by the way."

"T-dog. That's Glenn" T introduced. Without much else said, Maggie started going to work on T's cut, nothing but the sound of his small grunts of pain filling the dining room we were in. I fixated on the way she gently handled his wound, zoning out as I began hearing the soft ticking of a grandfather clock rhythm.

My mind drifted away like it had been for the past two days, just wondering where my girlfriend was. Was she alive? Was she able to get food or even water? Was she looking for us? It all felt so helpless and it made me angry to envision all the possible scenarios. I had just told her to stop putting herself at risk like that and I couldn't understand the cruel way the events of the last few days were unfolding. If I could I would be out in the dark right now. Shit. If I could I would trade places with Majesty any day. Especially because at least she could get Amy to stop freaking out all the time. I was starting to think even Andrea was tired of her own sister.

"Patricia!" Maggie shouting suddenly brought me back to reality and I looked up at T's gruesome wound, my stomach twisting immediately. "Patricia, I need your help stitching this up."

An older blonde lady shuffled into the dining room, assessing the situation and springing into action. Was this whole family just full of Deep South doctors or something? I kept my thoughts to myself as I watched her take over with the sutures. She said, "God! You got here right in time. This couldn't go untreated much longer." She glanced at the medication now laid out on the table, "Merle Dixon. Is that your friend- with the antibiotics?"

"No ma'am," I answered, "Merle's no longer with us. Daryl gave those to us- his brother."

T-dog groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he said matter of factly, "wouldn't call him a friend."

"He is today. This doxycycline might have saved your life. You know what Merle was taking it for?" She looked up at me for the answer.

"The clap." My face flushed as both she and Maggie looked up at me with a judgemental stare. Shit. "um, venereal disease."

I could've sworn Maggie let her eyes linger on me longer than she needed to at my embarrassment, making me even more uncomfortable in the room. I swallowed the knot forming in my throat from her gaze and shuffled my feet. I had to get out of here. I just knew Majesty would be having a rumble with her if she was here. Even as I walked away it was like I could feel her eyes on my back. I just didn't understand why.

Sitting on the porch now, I dropped my head some and forced myself to think of better, more optimistic thoughts. If there was a God out there I just wanted him to bring Majesty and Sophia back, and to heal Carl. I just prayed to be reunited with her, and to be somewhere safe where I didn't have to worry about the idea of losing her ever again. It felt so odd and uncomfortable to request something from God, I had never done anything even similar to praying.

From behind me, the sound of a porch door slamming shut interrupted my thoughts. Fully expecting T-dog to be done and standing there to check on me, I looked back to greet him, but instead saw Maggie standing over me with her hands in her pockets. She asked, "are you praying?"

I sighed, still getting that bad feeling with just the idea of responding to the girl. Still, I answered, "I was trying too."

"You religious? You pray a lot?" The southern drawl of her sweet voice at least was soothing to the intense nerves I was feeling. If she wasn't going to leave me alone, I guess I could be a little more kind.

"Actually this was my first try."

"Ever?" She asked, shocked. I nodded my response, now completely giving up on the thought of praying. I gave Maggie my whole attention as she apologized, "wow. Sorry. I didn't mean to wreck your first try. What're you praying for?"

Maggie got comfortable, sitting on the railing of the porch and tucking a strand of hair behind her hair, fully diving into our conversation. I contemplated answering her. I don't know if prayers are like birthday wishes and they don't come true if you say them out loud. Whatever. I'd bite her bait. "My friends. Looks like they could all use a little help right now."

I had to say it. "And my girlfriend."

There wasn't a reaction or adjustment in her body or face, and she asked, "where is she?"

"I don't know." Suddenly I just wanted to vent everything I had been keeping in my head right then and there, "she ran into the woods while a big horde of biters was coming down the highway. She was trying to chase after a little girl that was a part of the group. Somehow they just both disappeared. It just doesn't make any sense. I keep wondering why. With everything. I'm not even sure if God even exists."

She was silent, I guess taking in all that I had just said. The answer she gave was simple, "I always took it on faith myself. How long she been missing?"

"Going on three days now."

There was no visible reaction from Maggie. After a short silence she said, "well I'll let you get back to it then."

I bowed my head, ready to get back to trying to give myself some 'faith' with my flawed prayer. I waited patiently for the girl to leave but there were no receding footsteps and when I glanced back up at her, she was still staring at me expectantly. What the hell? "You gonna watch?"

"Sorry. I'll leave." She finally got up to let go but stopped at the door, "I know it's not my business, and feel free to believe in God, but the thing is you've got to make it okay somehow. No matter what happens."

As if matters couldn't get any worse inside my head, the next morning the rest of the group pulled up onto the farm, completely abandoning the highway. Even if I got a better sleep inside the farmhouse, my attitude in the morning was drab and full of guilt. How could Carol be okay with this? Each day and multiple times at that; a certain conversation, look, or idea was making me feel like people were losing hope.

Rick had us gather around a map that was provided by Hershel, it was hard to look at how big the woods were and how much ground we could have to cover to even get close to picking up another trail four days later. When joining everybody to listen to the plans for the day, I tried to get myself in an artificial happier, smilier mood so I wasn't being a Debbie downer around everyone else.

Just as things had started feeling good for the search today, Hershel had finished explaining why neither Rick or Shane could contribute. Daryl was quick to step up, "Guess it's just me. I'm gonna head back to the creek, work my way from there."

I was confused, "Wait, can't I do something? I don't know how to track, sure, but I'm not going to just sit and relax while they could be out there."

The other men shared some looks, Shane being the one to offer me anything. "We can drive up to the interstate. See if any of them wandered back. That means we can't have our

people out there with just knives. They need the gun training

we've been promising them."

Hershel was quick to argue with him, "I'd prefer you not carrying

guns on my property. We've managed so far without turning this into an armed camp."

"All due respect, you get a crowd of those things wandering in here…"

As Shane trailed off, Rick offered solace to Hershel to avoid more arguing, "We're guests here. This is your property and we will respect that. First things first: set camp, start looking for these girls tomorrow."

Knowing another day would pass before I could make myself useful for the finding of my own family just drove me away from the conversation, returning to the 'camp' to set up my own tent. I was silent, moving quickly and trying not to think about the memories of putting up my tent with Majesty. I hadn't slept alone in this tent or even the shitty bed we had created with sleeping bags and blankets. I didn't even know how to make it as comfortable as Majesty used too. God. I really missed her.

"Glenn?" I turned back to the soft and familiar calling of the farm girl, standing in front of me now.

"Uhhh, hey- whats up?" I asked, taking off my hat to wipe the sweat dripping down my forehead. She held eye contact with me, her piercing green eyes giving me an endearing look. Maggie was pretty and I didn't even have to be looking hard to notice- it was just the way she commanded my attention that would get me choked up. I just knew I would be getting my ass torn into if Majesty was here. I did not think they would get along.

"I heard you were quick on your feet and know how to get in and out." She smirked, but I didn't know what she was trying to suggest with her words, so all I offered in response was a furrow of my brow. "Got a pharmacy run- you in?"

I did like the idea of going into the town, any way I could get a look around to the surrounding area for free. I didn't know exactly why she was asking me to go with her though, so all I did was hum out a little, "uhhh."

We kind of stared each other down, I couldn't help but give her a once over, looking at the way she held her hands in her back pocket, pushing out her chest and swaying a little as she stood in front of me. Thankfully, Dale walked up to us and broke the silence, "uhh, miss- whats the water situation here?"

"Got five wells on our land. House draws directly

from number one. Number two well is right over there," she pointed a little out into the field for. " We use it for the cattle, but it's just as pure. Take what you need. There's a cart and containers in the

generator shed behind the house." Then she turned back to me, "I'll go saddle your horse then."

I couldn't say anything before she walked away, leaving me with Dale who was looking at me with his brows raised. "You ever ride a horse?"

I shake my head, sighing and putting my hat back on. I was kind of annoyed at the interaction we had just had but whatver- going into town would be good. I leaned down and went into my bag, making sure all the usual things were inside. As I packed, the next person to come up to me was Amy. I hadn't spoken to her in a while. I was honestly okay with it because she was just as much of a spazz as me and I could barely handle it.

"I dont like that girl," she said before giving any greeting. "You see how she was standing? She was practically putting her boobs in your face."

I didn't even know what to say. But I did feel like I could defend Maggie because she hasn't been anything but nice and hospitable towards us. "Relax, Amy. She's a nice girl."

"I will tell Majesty when we find her. And she's gonna beat your ass!"

"Tell her what?" I sighed out, almost enjoying the idea of Amy being able to tell Majesty anything, I'd take that over the current situation right now for sure.

"How you were oggling and slobbering all over her! It's sooooo obvious."

I kissed my teeth, zipping my bag back up and setting it against the tree. I really hoped Amy was overreacting because I wasn't trying to look the least bit interested in Maggie, even if I did feel super out of place with the way she did talk to me. I just wasn't used to pretty girls acting like that with me- but that didn't matter- I didn't want anyone else in the group to feel like I was even looking at Maggie. I tried to give Amy some console, "I'm not even looking at her. She is taking me into town so I can look around for Majesty and Sophia."

"Mhmm." Amy rolled her eyes and walked away from me- thankfully. I went the opposite way, grabbing a water canister so I could have something to drink with the hot Georgia heat beaming down on me. It was even worse on the farmlands. It reminded me of the time Majesty forced me to go to Puerto Rico with her and her family for a family reunion.

I almost died from the heat down there especially being completely away from all the tourist areas where her family would force me to fish. I even had to work in one of her family's farmland for a day or two. The only reason I'll be semi okay with being on a horse is because of the time I spend over there. It was beautiful- and it was an island. Probably way safer. I'd rather have been there with her than stuck in a city like Atlanta. Maybe that's where I would take her when I found her.

Just as I was going to start daydreaming about the beautiful island and the sef sustainable way we could live out there, Lori was the next person who was breaking my focus and asking me for something for today. In her hand was a small slip of paper. "Here's your list."

I took it, giving her a nod and putting it into my own pocket. But she wasn't done. She spoke with a dead serious tone, "And, um. There's one other item. I wrote it down separately. It's personal. If we could be real discreet about that, okay?"

"Sure." I looked down at the paper, immediately getting confused, I called out for Lori before she walked away, "Is this a pregnancy test."

She looked around frantically, hushing me, "What happened to being discreet?!"

"Oh- sorry! I just wanted to be sure. It's fine, We had plenty of pregnancy scares." I chuckled to myself at the memories, getting a forced smile from Lori in return before she completely just walked away. Alright..

I had no idea where Maggie was yet so I went back to putting up my tent. As I unpacked my things, I put my girlfriend's bags to the side on the inside of the tent, not being able to help digging through some of her clothes and smelling them a little bit. I almost forgot all about the fact that we were in the apocalypse and we didnt all smell the best… Whatever- at least the tent was up now.

I climbed out of the tent, seeing a group discussion going on between Shane, Lori, Dale, T, Andrea, Amy, and oddly enough- Maggie, now looking like a real farmer's daughter with her cowgirl hat on. They all looked to be arguing and I watched closely as the group of them stormed away with Dale and Maggie in the lead. I stood still, thinking about if I was that curious to see the drama. Looking around the now empty camp I decided that I really didn't have anything to lose and I reluctantly just followed them into the open field.

I trailed behind my friends as they walked up onto the well, the lot of them silently walking up to it. I was the last to show up, peering down into the dark well where an overyblated and sloppy, fat rotting walker was standing on the bottom. My stomach turned immediately, the smal breakfast from early this morning threatening to come up. The walker hissed and growled at us, and we stepped away to discuss.

"How the hell did that thing even get in there?" I asked as a tiny gag escaped my throat.

"Who knows," Lori answered while covering her own nose, "it's been down there long enough to grow gills. We've got to get it out- we don't know what it's doing to the water."

"Easy- put a bullet in its head," T suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll get a rope."

"Whoa, whoa, guys. No." Of course it had to be Maggie to do the only protesting. I was starting to think they just didn't kill walkers on this farm at all.

"Why not? It's a good plan!" Amy snapped, surprisingly with a lot of attitude in her voice. I guess she really wasn't joking about it earlier.

Andrea tapped her younger sister with the back of her knuckles, giving her a stern look with her eyes. "It's a stupid plan. If that thing hasn't contaminated the water yet, blowing its brains out will finish the job."

"She's right," Shane said, "Can't risk it, It has to come out alive."

I snorted. That thing was a big blob and I couldn't see how that was even possible. I asked, "how do we do that?"

When I looked up, everyone's eyes were locked on me. The smirk that had creeped onto my lips faded away in an instant. There was no way they were thinking of using me as bait. No. They really were. I tried a protest, "What? Why me?"

"You're the skinniest man here, brother. We can't send one of the women down, right?" Shane reasoned, already starting to get together some rope to start wrapping around me. I wasn't going to sound like a pussy with my response, so I sighed in annoyance and let him start making the makeshift harness on me. "Look the plan is simple; as soon as it starts biting and grabbing at you- all you have to do is drop this around its belly and we'll pull you up- then our swimmer."

Shane's words didn't comfort me all, my stomach still twisting and flipping as my legs hung over the edge of the dark well. It felt like I was watching myself in a movie every time I looked down the dimly lit well. I could nbn't believe I was even agreeing to this.

"Nice and slow please," I demanded when everyone got into position. My feeling of my heart pounding was filling my head, my body heating up with adrenaline. Majesty would probably kill me if she saw me climbing down this well right now. With a deep breath and a mental image of her to clear my mind, I began lowering my body into the space- a flashlight in one hand and a rope in the other.

A face peered over the top and stared down at me. It was Maggie. She shouted with concern, "You alright down there?"

I feigned confidence, "I'm Okay!" Then I whispered to myself, "Living the dream."

I worked the rope down as the slowly loosened the rope to get my body closer and closer to the walker, Maggie being the one guiding the rest of the group from up top. Even though I was nervous as hell and just praying to get out of this situation, the drop was feeling quite smooth- maybe the plan would work.

And then as if someone had been listening to my thoughts, the rope loosened way too fast and way too low, a scream erupting from my throat as the walker grabbed and pulled on my legs. I screamed for help, struggling helplessly as I waited for these fuckers to get me up. I was certain the thing was going to take a chomp out of my ankle or foot and they were just not going to get me up fast enough.

Was this the cruel answer to my pseudo prayer? Maybe Majesty had gotten bitten and was dead, and this is how I was going to be reunited with her. I had faith that I could find her in ther afterlife- our sould had to go somewhere if our bodies were still going to be mindlessly roaming the earth. The thought allowed a calm feeling to wash over me, and I worked the second rope over the wide midsection of the walker, growing silent and steadying both myself and my breathing. I heard the group calling for me from uptop but I was focused and silent…. Kind of finding peace with the idea for just a moment.

I started getting lifted up, getting too fr to even get bitten or touched and so I went with the flow, pushing myself up and having everyone pull my body out of the well. They rushed to ask me if I was okay and checked me for any bites and scratches but I quickly assured them that I was completely fine.

"Well, back to square one," Dale sighed out. I smirked, huffing and puffing as I caught my breath and handed him the rope that was connected to the walker now.

"Says who?" I joked stalely, earning a look from the whole group. But I didn't care. For some reason I felt okay. I was alive and okay and wanted to process whatever acceptance of death that had just gone through my head when I was down there. Maybe I would do it when I was riding into town with Maggie.

For now- back to the grind and pulling this walker out of the water.

I love watching maggie and glenn fall in love even if this is a glenn O.C…. but now that we have the timeline… WHY TF was maggie trippin like that in like four days lmaooo