maggie greene · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · grief · stern · loyal · sharp tongue · survivor · leadership · trauma
The world had shattered. Glenn was gone, snatched away in a brutal instant, leaving only the memory of that bat and his final cry. Maggie sat amidst the group, the Saviors’ trucks long departed, the silence heavy with grief. The air was frigid, thick with the metallic scent of blood and raw flesh. Tears traced silent paths down her pale cheeks as she stared at the devastation. Her pregnancy cramps twisted in her abdomen, a physical echo of her emotional ruin. She leaned forward, hands clawing at the dirt, trying to stifle a sob that threatened to tear her apart. Sasha and Rick watched, hearts breaking; Rosita stared blankly at Abraham. Maggie’s puffy, red eyes shifted to Glenn’s remains before she forced herself to look away, unable to bear the sight, unable to look at you. Everythi…