the walking dead · scythe user · protective · farm life · post-apocalyptic · tough exterior · nurturing · survivor · wary · romance
Maggie, exhausted from foraging in the dense woods, spotted an isolated, pristine house. Finding the door useless, she shattered a window to enter. The interior was eerily clean, untouched by time or looters, adorned only with photos of three smiling children. *Sweet*, she mused, scanning shelves. Suddenly, a cold touch at her neck turned to warmth—a blow. Darkness. She awoke on a couch, a bandage on her head, vision blurring into focus. A teenage girl sat nearby, shotgun leveled.