Secrets Untold. (Maggie x fem!reader)

Chapter 38: Info-broker

Maggie pinched my cheeks hard and refused to let go.
"Maggie! I've recovered...you said I could go out now!"
"Not without telling me you idiot"
She let go of my cheeks and flicked my forehead.
"I wondered where you went!"
I rubbed my cheeks and pouted.
"I can take care of myself."
Maggie scoffed and crossed her arms.
"Mhmm, sure"

I held my arms out and did a little twirl. Then turned to her, a big smirk on my face.
"See. I have arrived back, unharmed and in one piece."
Maggie rolled her eyes but smiled.
"Just tell me next time..."
She tucked a hair behind my ear.
"I was worried."
I grinned at her.
"Come, on. I'm tough. I'm not dead yet am I?"
She flicked my forehead again.
"Act like an idiot and you will be."
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, swinging myself next to her.
"That's why I have you. To keep me in check, in all your bossy glory."
She scoffed out a laugh and threw my arm off.
"Come on, Rick wants you."

She began to walk off, gesturing me to follow her, so I did. When I got to her side, I tilted my head and grinned.
"Does that mean-?"
"No, you're not off the hook."
I grumbled.
"Come, on! I only forgot to tell you..."
She paused in front of a door, which looks like it had a meeting room inside. She then turned to me and pointed at me, a huge smirk on her face.
"I'll deal with you later, so don't think about going anywhere."
"Is that a threat?" I challenged.
She chuckled and whispered in my ear.
"It's a promise."

Rick then came walking down the corridor with Michone and greeted us with a nod.
"We meet again, traitor." I directed to Michone.
Michone smirked and Rick looked confused.
"I see you're still alive...for now." She greeted.
Maggie gave us a questioning look, then looked to Rick, who shrugged.
"No thanks to you." I joked.
Michone pat my shoulder and walked past me, into the room.
"Come, troublemaker. We need your info."

Rick followed her into the room and I followed, nodding a goodbye to Maggie, who then left. Though, a huge smirk was on her face so...I was a bit worried for my fate later...she might murder me in my sleep or something...

Rick placed a map on the table, which was hand drawn. It mapped out the prison and woodland nearby, as well as how close Woodbury was.

"They're quite close" I said examining the map.
Rick leaned on the table and Michone stood beside me, pushing the map in front of me.
"That's what I was concerned about" Rick sighed.
"You showed Daryl?"
Rick shook his head.
"Not yet. I wanted to talk to you first."
I nodded and traced the lines on the map.
"Why me, though? I'm not your right hand."
Rick chuckled and Michone rested her hand on my shoulder.
"You're their tactics expert, from what I hear. As well as an expert info-broker." She said.
I raised a brow.

"You're smart. You survived on your own for a long time. You're probably more experienced than everyone here when it comes to stuff like this. I've been alone too but, well, I'm not like you." Michone said.

"The way you handled, Randall? You're good with your words. You're smart. You know how to get around people, how to get information out of them. I know you must've got something out of the Governor and his men." Rick added.

I sighed and pushed the map away.
"Well, first thing you'll want to do is tell Daryl his brother is over there."
"What?" Rick asked shocked.
"His right hand, guy called Merle. I heard the other guards call him Dixon a few times. I put two and two together."
Rick looked down then shook his hand.
"Did he, uh...did he have a missing hand?"
I nodded.
"Yeah. Well, he's got a prosthetic limb there now but, yeah, he has a missing hand."
Rick let out a deep sigh.
"That a bad thing?" Michone asked.
"Worse than you think." Rick said, pinching his nose.
"They not on good terms?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"Well, let's just say, I'm the reason he has one hand."