"See you then," she agrees, giving him a smile, and wheels the deer away to process.
It's a kill she's happy with, a day she can be proud of, despite their setbacks. Her arms feel like they're about to fall off, but they get a good amount of blood from the carcass along with the organs and meat, the bones, the hide. It'll keep everyone going, and she's grabbed her
Dinner's a nice thing, too. She'd had no idea Daryl could cook, let alone for a small crowd. The kids drive the conversation, and by the kids, she really means Hershel and Judith. Mostly Hershel. He explains the ocean to them, and asks about Alexandria, and prods Judith and RJ into telling stories about their momma.
Hours later, after Hershel's put to bed, Maggie's still restless. Bone tired, maybe, but unwilling to hit the hay just yet. It's not a common feeling for her - she's a farmer's daughter, would likely be a farmer in her own right if they could've ever kept a place long enough, and she knows better than to skimp on sleep when their days are so long - but when it comes up, she doesn't ignore it.
And that's how she ends up at Daryl's place again, rapping lightly at the door. She's holding a brown bottle by the neck, her hair falling out of its ponytail by now. "You still up?"
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It's a kill she's happy with, a day she can be proud of, despite their setbacks. Her arms feel like they're about to fall off, but they get a good amount of blood from the carcass along with the organs and meat, the bones, the hide. It'll keep everyone going, and she's grabbed her
Dinner's a nice thing, too. She'd had no idea Daryl could cook, let alone for a small crowd. The kids drive the conversation, and by the kids, she really means Hershel and Judith. Mostly Hershel. He explains the ocean to them, and asks about Alexandria, and prods Judith and RJ into telling stories about their momma.
Hours later, after Hershel's put to bed, Maggie's still restless. Bone tired, maybe, but unwilling to hit the hay just yet. It's not a common feeling for her - she's a farmer's daughter, would likely be a farmer in her own right if they could've ever kept a place long enough, and she knows better than to skimp on sleep when their days are so long - but when it comes up, she doesn't ignore it.
And that's how she ends up at Daryl's place again, rapping lightly at the door. She's holding a brown bottle by the neck, her hair falling out of its ponytail by now. "You still up?"