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[youdontneedapictureofme]

Who: Maggie and YOU
Broadcast: yes
Action: aboard the Goldstone
When: now?

[Maggie had only been absent for what was a couple days, upon looking through prope channels to access such a thing. All the same she knows that physically she is both the same as when she left the fleet and different from when she was last home. When she addresses the network, she has one hand over her stomach, still feeling lost in the absence of the child she and Glenn had wanted. Clearly that wasn't to be any more.

Clearing her throat, Maggie pushes her bangs out of her face before speaking. Her hair was long again and would need to be cut. Perhaps a project for Enid once again, or someone else. There were still so many thoughts in her head that hair was the last thing on her mind.]

I, uh, I got to experience that whole deep sleep thing I've heard about - where some people come back different than what they were or rememberin' things that they didn't know before. I just wanted to let folks know that I'm back - specifically my crew. I'll still answer questions but I think I'll just keep my Lab work to my room for now. I... I could use some time to process, I guess. Or wake up.

[Because she still feels as if she's woken up into a nightmare, but at least she's a bit more at peace than if things had just happened. She's had time to grieve and to think her next steps through.]

If anyone needs anything important, please let me know.

Private Message: Enid

Hey. I'm sorry about before. About not knowing you. I remember now. All of it, actually.

[She takes a breath, trying to calm the flow of thoughts still circling about.]

Could you cut my hair again? If that'd be alright by you.

Private Message: Daryl

Hey.

[She takes a less steady breath than when she'd messaged Enid, feeling her eyes burn somewhat.]

Daryl, can we please talk?

[She was hoping he'd let her talk to him, so that the two of them could sort things out together.]

Or maybe I could just come visit an' sit with you a while. I haven't been able to hear how you're settling in. Sorry, I- some things happened, thanks to the Atroma, but I'm alright.

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[youdontneedapictureofme]

[Maggie takes the hint, knowing full well that they needed to talk and there was no way either of them was getting around this. It takes her some time, after visiting with her crewmates and trying to get herself situated, to grab a shuttle and make her way to his ship. She brought food and supplies with her, feeling worried that perhaps Daryl might reject her if she just showed up. At least with supplies she'd have a reason to get him to talk to her.

When she finds his room, she makes her way down the ladder, the supplies slung over her shoulder. She knocks on the wall as she climbs down into the bunks.]

Knock knock - Daryl are you down here?

[He'd find she had her shortened hair, that she looked healthier than the last time he'd seen her, surrounded by their friends - two of which had been bludgeoned to death.]

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl didn't answer, but when she turned around, she'd find him sitting on the bed. His back was pressed into the wall, pushing himself as far from the door as he could get. Legs up to his chest. Arms wrapped around himself behind them. Eyes wide as he stared at her.

He'd been next to the bed, working on his shank, trying to twist the top of it into a point so it could be used for stabbing and slashing, when the door opened and her voice came down. He dropped it immediately and retreated hoping the hallucination was only audio and it was someone like Nami coming down. But all he saw was Maggie.

Shorter hair, sure, but it was her. And she was dead. So it couldn't be her.]

[youdontneedapictureofme]

Hi.

[She stood still, staring Daryl down instead of approaching. The last thing she wanted to do was see him try to reach for the shank and use it.]

I brought some food, if you want it?

[She shrugs the sack from her shoulder dropping it to the floor between the two of them so it was slung open for him to check if he wanted.]

[dirtyredneck]

[Daryl didn't move from where he was. The bag Carl had left with food in it was shuffled off to one side, against the wall. He hadn't gone through that one much. Probably wouldn't go through this one much, either.

It wasn't what had his attention, though. That was Maggie. Standing there. Looking all alive.

He choked down some air and shook his head, murmuring a quiet denial.]

Y'ain't real. Saw yer grave.

[youdontneedapictureofme]

Well I guess it's a good thing I wasn't in it then.

[She knows what he's talking about, vaguely. Rick and the rest needed Negan to think she was dead, so that she would be safe and able to go through her pregnancy without a target on her back. It was too bad she couldn't sit quietly while the others planned things. She had no intention of ever doing that after everything.]

It wasn't a real grave. I was taken to the Hilltop after- after what happened. Me an' Sasha are there - or I was there with her. And Enid. I didn't die. I just needed to take it easy.

[dirtyredneck]

[It was hard to believe that. But after everything that had happened? He wanted to so badly.

He sucked in a breath and it hitched in his throat before he could stop it. A sob welling up that he couldn't hold back. All he could do was tuck his head into his chest and pull his arms closer around him.]

'm sorry.

[youdontneedapictureofme]

[Watching him in such pain made her want to go to him, but she refrains and allows him space.]

Is that why you wouldn't talk to me before? Because you knew and I didn't, at the time. Daryl-

[Maggie takes a breath, trying to stop the tears that burned at the corners of her eyes just hearing him sob. It sounded like a wounded animal.]

Daryl, it wasn't your fault.

[dirtyredneck]

[He nodded, eyes squeezing shut and another sob rocking his body.]

It is. If I hadn't... If'd I'da... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.