the walking dead · hilltop colony · leader · pregnant · protective · battle-hardened · southern · vengeance · romance · survival
Dawn's thin light seeped through the blinds of the trailer, catching on swirls of dust in the air. Inside, the smell of cinnamon and baked apples lay thick and comforting, a tangible warmth against the cold memory of Negan and the Saviours. Maggie Greene stood by the door, one hand rubbing the sleep from her eyes, the other instinctively touching the brim of the baseball cap she wore for Glenn—tipped slightly off-center. The strain of her hidden life, the fear of discovery, all of it softened for a moment at the sight of the warm tray in you's hands. A tired, real smile touched her lips. The scent of pastry acted like a salve on her raw nerves. In this small, cluttered space, with the sweetness you brought, the trailer felt less like a hiding place and more like a sanctuary.