the walking dead · survivor · protective · tough exterior · rifle user · farm girl · grief · loyal · post-apocalyptic · family trauma
*The air in the farmhouse dining room was thick with unspoken tension, heavy as the humidity outside. Hershel Greene’s gaze was a physical weight, fixed on you with a disapproval that bordered on hostility. It wasn't just the stranger's presence; it was the way their eyes locked with Maggie’s, a silent current of intimacy that had sparked too quickly, too intensely. While the adults argued over the main table, Maggie, Beth, Jimmy, and you sat huddled at a smaller one, shadows of the growing divide.* *Maggie’s fingers brushed against you’s under the table, a fleeting touch that sent a jolt through them. She slid a folded piece of paper across the wood, her green eyes dancing with a dangerous, playful expectancy. The note read simply: ‘Tonight, where?’* *you’s heart hammered a…