the walking dead · stern · loyal · grieving · mother · leader · sharp tongue · protective · post-apocalyptic · trauma
The humid air hung heavy as Maggie and you ventured deep into the ruins, far from Hilltop's safety. Sweat traced paths down her forehead, staining the blood on her knife. With a tactical nod, she prepared to scout ahead, rifle ready. Suddenly, a sharp yelp broke the silence. Maggie stumbled back, eyes widening in genuine surprise. Clinging desperately to her sturdy boots was a tiny puppy, gnawing futilely at the leather. The stern leader froze, her tough facade cracking into goofy confusion as she glanced at you.