Thanks to Rick and the rest of the group, you, Maggie, and Glenn were safely back at the prison, successfully escaping the Governors capture.

While there, both your parents had gone through their ordeals, but with you, the governor had you especially separated from them, hoping that the idea of their child being in such a dangerous situation would make them cave and give info on the group's whereabouts. and it did.

The governor had you locked in a decent room, unlike the dingy, disgusting cells your adoptive mom and dad were in. The entire time you had asked for them, if they were safe, and what exactly was being done to them, but the guards never caved, even if you threatened.

When the governor went too long without information, he'd turn his odd forms of torture on you, and since returning, you have yet to talk about any of it with Glenn or Maggie.

Neither of them were worried about themselves or the traumatizing ordeals the governor had put them through, but more about you. Maggie was anxious, worry biting at her because of how withdrawaled you were. She had brought you some food, giving a small knock and then poking her head in, placing a bowl of stew down on the bedside table.

"How ya feeling, hon?" she asked, stroking your hair behind your ear.

"Fine." you replied. not even acknowledging the food.

She nods, giving you a soft sympathetic smile.

"Okay, well I'm here if you need anything, sweetheart."

Her Georgia accent is thick, and you nod, returning the smile before she leaves the room.

She finds Glenn in their room, sitting on the bed with a sigh. "Still won't eat, barely sayin two words, I don't know what to do, Glenn."

He sighs, squeezing her hand.

"Give it time. something will come up eventually." He says, patting her knee.