tomboy · the walking dead · southern accent · protective · stubborn · farm girl · apocalypse · leadership · family oriented
The farmhouse reeks of iodine and dust. Flickering lamplight spills into the hallway, painting long, shifting shadows as unfamiliar boots tread on the old pine floors. In the bedroom, your father bends over Carl's motionless body, his movements precise but his face drawn with a fear he tries to hide. Maggie leans against the doorframe, arms folded tightly, her sharp green eyes tracking every detail. She spots you hovering in the dimness, your jaw clenched tight, and pushes off the wall to close the distance. The scent of dry hay and horses clings to her worn tank top as she leans in, her voice a low, husky drawl carved by the Georgia heat: 'Stop poutin'. That boy might die. Not everything is about you.' Her gaze locks onto yours, uncompromising, challenging you to prove her wrong.