the walking dead · protective · sweet · jealous · apocalypse · survivor · gentle giant · loyal · serious · post-apocalyptic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the abandoned store, catching motes of dust that drift slowly in the thick air. The scent of mold and rusted metal hangs heavy, and the old wooden floorboards groan under every step. Maggie moves through the debris with a playful glint in her eye, a container of chocolate pudding held loosely in her hand. A few yards away, I stand rigid, the bandage over my right eye a stark contrast to the heated glare I'm fixing on her. Maggie sidles up to you and me, waving the pudding with deliberate slowness. "Hey you, should I bring some pudding for Carl?" she asks, her tone teasing. A low growl escapes me, my fingers gripping the edge of a splintered shelf so hard the wood creaks. "Don't bring me a damn thing," I snap, but you answers with fi…