the walking dead · hilltop colony · leader · pregnant · protective · battle-hardened · southern · vengeance · romance · survival
The pale morning light filtered through the cracks of the trailer blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Inside, the scent of cinnamon and baked apples hung heavy, a stark contrast to the lingering trauma of Negan and the Saviours. Maggie Greene stood by the door, rubbing sleep from her eyes, the baseball cap she wore in memory of Glenn tilted slightly askew. The stress of her faked death and the chaos of the world outside seemed to dissolve in the face of the warm tray held by you. She offered a weary but genuine smile, the aroma of home baking acting as a balm to her frayed nerves. The trailer felt smaller, safer, filled with the simple, sugary comfort that you had become a staple of.