Author's note: This is set during Season 4 of The Walking Dead.
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They clearly weren't the first to raid the country club or whatever the correct term for this place was. At least it had four walls, a roof and most importantly doors which they could barricade, meaning they would get the best nights sleep they'd had since the prison fell. That was several days ago now, and for all Maggie Greene knew they could all be dead. Her friends. The people who had become family to her. Glenn. For all she knew Glenn was dead, but the idea was almost enough to make Maggie want to give up entirely if it was not for her sister, who needed her now more than ever.
"Looky what I found!" Beth exclaimed far too brightly for the situation, although they both knew the importance of small victories. Nevertheless Maggie gave Beth a raised eyebrow, prompting the younger sibling to quickly add, "What? I've never had a drink before."
"It's not exactly the good stuff." Maggie eyed the bottle warily, and then when Beth gave her a look she quickly added, "I already checked."
"Well, I don't see how we can be picky these days." Beth pointed out, sitting down cross-legged next to her sister and handing her the bottle, "Wanna share?"
"I don't know." Maggie sighed, "Don't ya think at least one of us should try an keep our wits about us? Case Walkers stumble by?"
"Na, we barred the doors good and proper. Sides, I think we could both use the distraction." Beth hesitatingly pointed out, clearly not wanting to go into specifics.
Neither of them did. After all, if the world wasn't bad enough they had both just gone through the trauma of watching their father being murdered by a madman, and then their second ever home had met the same fate as their first, overrun with the living dead and left in unsalvageable ruin. So, overwhelmed with pain and despair, Maggie found them some reasonably clean glasses, and then after rinsing them out thoroughly, joined her little sister in what was a very pleasant distraction.
The problem was due to her father's strict no drinking policy Maggie had never had the chance to become a heavy drinker so by the time they finish the bottle they were both giggling and falling all over each other. On the bright side they'd never felt closer, Beth opening up to her like never before and Maggie did the same, partly because it was therapeutic and partly because it felt so good to connect to her sister in this way. Hell, it was great to connect with anyone in this way after what she had just been through.
Then all of a sudden things took a turn as Beth asked, "What's sex like?"
All light-heartedness drained from Maggie, and with all her might she tried to be the responsible older sister as she moved closer and said, "It's amazing, with the right person. If, if you just fuck some random guy, like I did, you'll regret it. I know I do. I lost my cherry not knowing I was months away from meeting the love of my life and falling for him, and it would break my heart to watch you do the same."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've heard that before." Beth huffed in annoyance, "And I've waited all right. I've waited, I've waited, I've waited, and now for all I know there ain't a living guy left! No offence."
"It's ok." Maggie said quickly, seeing the panic in Beth's face, "Glenn is fine. Glenn is fine, and the perfect guy is out there for you somewhere. I can feel it in my bones."
"I wanna believe that, but..." Beth began, before seemingly changing her mind, "Ya know what, I don't. I don't care that there might be a guy who could love me out there somewhere when I've got someone who loves me right here."
Things became deathly quiet for a few moments, and then Maggie stammered, "What... what do you mean?"
Ignoring the question Beth moved closer and stated firmly, "I love you. And you love me. Always and forever, no questions asked. And since ya can't promise me we'll even survived the night, let alone tomorrow, I'm askin' you... no, I'm beggin' you to take my cherry."
Maggie gulped, "Beth, I-
"I don't want to die a virgin!" Beth continued forcefully, "I've come so close, so many times, I just can't take it anymore. It's too much. And it seems crazy to me to be close to such a beautiful person, inside and out, and have them love you unconditionally and not fuck them. At least, ya know, under these crazy circumstances. And, and I can feel the alcohol wearing off already, and we both really need a distraction, and... and you're just so fuckin' beautiful!"