MARCIE SIGHED AS SHE SAT ON THE BENCH INSIDE THE SMALL OFFICE, WAITING FOR PETE.
Deanna wanted her to get a check up before going out beyond the walls. She knew about the incident in Atlanta and just wanted her to be one hundred percent healthy before risking her life outside the walls again.
The door opened and Pete stepped in wearing his white coat, "Marcie, hi, I don't think we've met yet."
She shook her head, "I've met your wife, though. Nice lady."
"I like to think so, too." He gave her a small smile before grabbed a blood pressure band, "Alright if I put this around you?"
Marcie nodded, sticking out her arm and he velcroed it around her bicep, "I heard you were hit by a car? When was this?" Pete asked as he checked her blood pressure,
"About a month ago. I was in a van that fell off a bridge right before that, the air bag damaged my ribs." Marcie explained, "Then I got hit by the car and that didn't help. The doctors in Atlanta said I had collapsed lungs, too."
Pete took a stethoscope to check her breathing and wrote everything down on a chart, "Okay, can you take off your shirt so I can check your ribs?"
Marcie stripped off her long sleeved Henley and Pete's eyes widened, "When did you get those?" He motioned to the scars,
She pointed at the bullet wound on her side, "A few years ago and these were about a year ago."
"All of them? Even the ones on your back?"
She swallowed nervously. Due to lack of mirrors, she had never seen the marks on her back before. Daryl never said anything about them, and she had forgotten about them until now.
After Pete gave her a clean bill of health, she headed back to the house to pack a few things before their trip.
She stood in her bedroom, her eyes moving over to the full body mirror that sat in the corner. Marcie swallowed nervously before stripping off her shirt.
Marcie stared at herself in the mirror, counting all the ugly marks that littered her skin. She'd never seen the full extent of the damage that the Governor did to her.
Daryl walked into the bedroom, leaning his crossbow against the wall, "Whatcha doin'?"
She didn't move her gaze from her scars, "Why didn't you ever tell me I had these?"
"Had what?"
"These scars." Her skin used to be unblemished, before the world had ended. She would wear bikinis and crop tops without worrying about how she looked.
"Me tellin' you bout them doesn' make them disappear." Daryl came up behind her, running his fingers gently down one of the the marks on her back,
"They're ugly." Marcie sighed.
"Not ta me." He kissed her naked shoulder before tugging her towards the bed, "C'mon."
"We have to leave soon." She argued,
"Not like Aaron's gonna leave without us." Daryl responded, pushing her down onto the comforter.
"Daryl." Marcie whined, placing her hand in his hair as he placed his lips on the scar that was caused by a bullet from Shane.
Daryl ignored her, moving up her body and kissing the marks that littered her skin. She locked her legs around his hips as he got to her neck, leaving behind his own marks,
"These don' change the way we see ya." He mumbled, his thumb pressing into a scar on her ribcage gently, "Yer here an' they ain't."
Daryl tugged the sports bra from her torso and Marcie reached for the buttons on his shirt. Once his torso was bared to her, her eyes raked over his own scars.
"Thank you." She whispered, her fingers moving to trace over some of his tattoos, "For not leaving. For sticking it out here."
He leaned down and kissed her, "Not goin' anywhere."
Once the couple were done and changed, Daryl went to go check his bike that he had built that week. Marcie told him she'd meet him by the gate before grabbing her bag and his.
She walked down the street, stopping at Olivia's to grab a handgun before making her way towards the gate.
Marcie spotted Vivian walking down the sidewalk, Liam skipping in front of her with her backpack.
The group was going on a big run today, to find some parts they need to fix the power, "Hey." Marcie jogged to catch up with her, "You ready for your run?"
Vivian hummed, "Should be easy, if Tweedle dee and Tweedle dum follow directions." She glanced over at the younger girl with the two bags, "Are you guys ready? You're heading out for a few days, aren't ya?"
"Yeah, we're ready for it, though. Daryl's itching to get out of these walls." Marcie looked over to see Rick standing on the street, watching Jessie and Pete.
"Are you guys still not talking?" Marcie asked, staring at Vivian who was watching Rick. Vivian sighed, running her fingers through her hair and, for a second, revealed a dark purple mark on her neck, "Jesus, who is that from?" Vivian was quick to cover it up and glanced back at Rick, "Oh, my gosh, Rick did that?" Marcie assumed,
Vivian stared down at her shoes as she kicked a pebble down the sidewalk, "I had sex with Rick in the bathroom last night and now he won't even look at me." She mumbled.
Marcie paused, eyebrows raised, "In... in the bathroom? Like the communal bathroom?"
"At Deanna's."
The younger girl's eyes popped, "Wow. Kinky." They kept walking and Vivian laughed,
"Trust me, that's not kinky. I'm sure Daryl's done wilder things than that." She looked over at Marcie, who was biting her lip, "No.... you guys only done missionary?"
"We just started having sex." Marcie whispered, "We never got the chance to before."
"Then do me a favour, when you're out there, have some crazy hook ups." Vivian nudged the girl, "I'm sure Daryl can get a little freaky."
While Marcie liked the sound of that, she knew they were out there for one reason only. To find more people. Not to mention Aaron was tagging along, and she wasn't sure how much alone time they'd be getting.
She noticed Vivian still staring as Rick and Jessie interacted, "Jealous?" Marcie asked the older woman,
"He kissed me. He initiated it, and now he wants nothing to do with me." Vivian sighed, "I was just the only option and now I'm not anymore."
"That's not true. He likes you, I can tell." Marcie replied,
"Yeah." She scoffed, "Sure looks like he likes me. He's barely payed any attention to me since we got here. Besides from last night that is. God, he didn't even stick around. The moment his zipper was up, he was out of there." Vivian looked over at her, "How... how did you get over what the Governor did to you?"
Marcie paused, staring at Vivian in shock. She didn't think anyone was still affected by the Governor, since it had seemed like those events took place so long ago.
"I killed him." She responded, adjusting the bags on her shoulders, "But it didn't make him go away."
"What made him go away for you?"
"I'm here and he's not. He can't hurt anyone anymore and if you let him invade your mind, it lets him live on. He doesn't deserved to be remembered, he doesn't deserve to be a thought." Marcie explained it to her, "Don't let him win, it's that easy."
Vivian nodded with a sigh, "Don't let him win."