He ends up with mostly vegetables-- keeps the beets, passes on the marmalade-- cheese, tomatoes. It doesn't matter much what it tastes like, anyway. It crunches, and that's plenty for him right now. It's decent and he didn't have to sell his soul for it, he's all right.
The condition doesn't mean much but he gets the idea-- the important part is the baby's going to be okay. Of course. She should've been taking it easy already, but that's not the life they get to lead. They've gotta take what little victories they can get.
"That's good," he murmurs after a moment. His usual talent for understatement, because it's everything.
Crunch makes a serious difference--Maggie can respect that as she bites into crisp slices of apples. And for a few moments, it's quiet, just chewing and sandwich-making. It shouldn't be so satisfying to see someone eat, but it is.
"Yeah," she agrees. After everything, this one thing...it doesn't balance the score in the slightest, but at least Abraham and Glenn's deaths weren't entirely in vain. None of this would be worth it if they'd lost the baby, too. At least they didn't end up--she didn't put them--in that clearing for nothing.
She raises her eyebrows at him, not quite smiling but nowhere near a frown. "Aside from the tractor--eh, and punching Gregory--I've been taking it easy."
"Punchin' that asshole's probably good for you," he grunts. Gregory hasn't made any secret of the fact that he doesn't want any of their people here; he's barely tolerant of Maggie, and that alone would be enough to put him on Daryl's shit list. The fact that he's cowardly, barely competent, and way too in love with the idea of himself-- that's just crap icing on the garbage cake. He's not really worth hating, but it's impossible not to take some twisted comfort in the thought.
At least, he hopes it gave her a little stress relief. Baby steps, right?
Maggie laughs. It's a sound still choked by food and sadness, but it's there, something warmer than she might've expected, talking to Daryl. Crossing her dangling ankles, she gives him a nod. On the list of stupid decisions she's made in her life, punching Gregory is low on the list. It wasn't smart, but she doesn't regret it any more than she regrets stealing an apple out of his hands.
But getting into the details of the tractor is probably better than returning to her endless disagreements with Hilltop's leader, especially in public. "The Saviors sent us a present a while ago, bunch of bonfires and a car blasting music. I was supposed to stay off my feet, so..."
She gestures vaguely with the remains of her sandwich. "The thing about tractors--you back one over a car, the car doesn't usually win. And you can do the whole thing sitting down."
The way he sees it, she oughta get a pass on that. On most bad decisions, right now, as long as they don't put her in any danger. Gregory's a shit and even half the people here, he thinks, can tell.
He huffs, something like a laugh. Closer than he's come since-- shit, who even knows. It feels like forever.
"You do that a lot?"
Fuck, the idea of demolition-derby Maggie might be enough to make him smile.
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The condition doesn't mean much but he gets the idea-- the important part is the baby's going to be okay. Of course. She should've been taking it easy already, but that's not the life they get to lead. They've gotta take what little victories they can get.
"That's good," he murmurs after a moment. His usual talent for understatement, because it's everything.
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"Yeah," she agrees. After everything, this one thing...it doesn't balance the score in the slightest, but at least Abraham and Glenn's deaths weren't entirely in vain. None of this would be worth it if they'd lost the baby, too. At least they didn't end up--she didn't put them--in that clearing for nothing.
She raises her eyebrows at him, not quite smiling but nowhere near a frown. "Aside from the tractor--eh, and punching Gregory--I've been taking it easy."
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At least, he hopes it gave her a little stress relief. Baby steps, right?
"I wanna hear about the tractor."
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But getting into the details of the tractor is probably better than returning to her endless disagreements with Hilltop's leader, especially in public. "The Saviors sent us a present a while ago, bunch of bonfires and a car blasting music. I was supposed to stay off my feet, so..."
She gestures vaguely with the remains of her sandwich. "The thing about tractors--you back one over a car, the car doesn't usually win. And you can do the whole thing sitting down."
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He huffs, something like a laugh. Closer than he's come since-- shit, who even knows. It feels like forever.
"You do that a lot?"
Fuck, the idea of demolition-derby Maggie might be enough to make him smile.