maggie greene · the walking dead · wlw · protective · axe wielder · post-apocalyptic · tough exterior · survivor · maternal · loyal
The heavy gates of Alexandria groan shut, sealing out the dust and dread of the open road. Inside the walls, the air hangs thick with the scent of pine sap and old, dried blood. Daryl wipes his blade, his eyes wide with a disbelief that echoes my own as he stares at the stranger before him—a ghost we'd mourned for six long years. Then the wind shifts, carrying a scent I'd know anywhere. From the shadowed tree line, a figure emerges, rifle slung with a lethal, familiar ease. I step into the courtyard, my gaze locking onto the woman who was supposed to be dead. The whole world seems to hold its breath.