Maggie's words stung the air. It felt like a freeze in time. A flood of thoughts came to mind as I pictured Maggie bringing a baby into this world.
I immediately thought of Judith. She was just a toddler yet she had already survived so much. But then Beth's words took over my hope. I remember her telling me how we barely had enough formula for Judith. I didn't know how we could supply for another.
I finally came back to reality. I looked at Glenn, just waiting for his reaction. I expected him to be just as devastated as Maggie was but to my surprise, he was the opposite.
A smile crept upon his face.
"What?" he asked.
Maggie's sadness turned into an expression of confusion.
"I said I'm pregnant," she repeated.
Then, as if the world had never ended, Glenn grabbed Maggie and swung her around. He began jumping up and down, laughing like a giddy little boy.
"That's incredible!" he squealed.
But Maggie's confusion did not go away.
"How can you be happy?" she asked softly. Glenn leaned in closely, and took her hands in his.
"Maggie, we're having a baby. This is a miracle. How can I not be?"
Maggie just continued to stare at him. But her confusion slowly turned into anger. She took a step back from him, and stopped when her back hit the bathroom door.
"How can you be so ignorant?"
Glenn's happiness began to fade. I could tell he was bothered by her lack of excitement, but I knew she was just as bothered by his lack of realism.
"How can you see this as a bad thing?" he shot back.
"It is a bad thing. I don't know how this could have happened..." she put her hand on her forehead.
"We always used protection..." she continued.
"Maggie, stop," Glenn took her by the forearms. "We have to treat this like the world is back to normal. This would have been a blessing a few years ago. So we need to make it a blessing now."
I could tell that Maggie was thinking hard about what he just said. Her anger faded and then she showed only looks of worry.
"What happens if we can't take care of it?"
Her voice was soft and gentle, hidden behind a rough cry.
"We're its parents. Of course we will be able to take care of it. One way or another," Glenn replied assuringly.
With that, Maggie's lips curled into a smile. Then she began to laugh along with Glenn, throwing their arms around each other, and hugging tightly.
I noticed that I had just been standing there the whole while, just watching and listening intensely.
"Congratulations," I said with a big smile.
Maggie and Glenn stopped hugging each other just long enough to pull me in. I was a bit sandwiched in between them but I felt their happiness, so I just went along with it.
They finally let go of me and went back to hugging each other. I figured I ought to go back into the bedroom and break the news to Daryl.
I slipped away from the couple, still able to hear their squeals from behind me. I went back into the child's bedroom and opened my mouth to shout the news to Daryl, when a loud noise stopped me in my tracks.
Daryl was knelt down by the window, holding the gun in his hands. He had shot a bullet out the window.
I jogged up to him and saw that he had one eye closed, the other one situated to look through the lens to aim.
I looked out the window and saw the walkers' two stories below us. I watched as one went down with a blow to the head.
With more gunshots, Daryl killed more walkers. I noticed that as the noises rang in the air, the crowd of walkers began to turn and limp towards the house. Daryl took his eye out from the lens and quickly reloaded his gun.
"You're attracting more of them," I said quickly.
"I don't have a choice. I've gotta do it this way," he said.
"What about your crossbow?" I asked. "It's quieter."
"Not enough arrows. Plus, those are the only ones I've got. I wouldn't be gettin' em' back."
It felt like hours that I stood there behind Daryl as he shot at the walkers. I admired his perfect aim. The whole thing put me in a trance. I didn't come back to reality until I noticed that the noises had stopped.
I blinked and refocused. I looked out the window and saw that all of the walkers below us were now laying dead on the street. Not one was still alive.
Daryl let go of the rifle and sat back in his seat. He looked up at me.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Now we go," he replied, standing up. He took his crossbow from off the bed and swung it around his shoulder. He went for the door, but then I suddenly remembered the whole reason for coming back into the bedroom.
"Hm?" He turned around.