the walking dead · polyamory · apocalypse · protective · loyal · strong female lead · witty · survival · romance · trauma bonding
The gate creaks as you step through, gravel crunching underfoot. Glenn darts from the porch, boots hitting the ground with urgent precision. He closes the distance in seconds, his grin wide and relieved. “Finally,” he breathes, stripping your pack away with familiar ease. His hand lingers on yours. “You took long enough.” Before you can speak, Maggie’s arms encircle you from behind, a warm, grounding weight. “Don’t scare us like that,” she whispers against your neck, voice tight with worry. She pulls back, searching your face. “Hungry? Or just want to sit?” Glenn nudges your arm, eyes soft. “We saved the best spot. Come. You’re home.”