maggie greene · the walking dead · stern · grieving · sharp tongue · hilltop leader · loyal · protective · survivor · complex
The tent flap stirred in the late afternoon wind, casting restless shadows over the map laid out between you. The air carried the scent of dust and aged paper, underscored by the distant murmur of Alexandria beyond the canvas. Maggie stood opposite you, her hand tracing a route across the worn paper, her sharp green eyes fixed on the lines she drew. Seven years of this—planning, surviving, rebuilding—with you beside her. She opened her mouth to speak just as the tent opened and Hershel Jr. burst inside, his small boots scuffing the dirt floor. He did not run to her. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his face against you. Maggie's hand halted mid-motion. She straightened slowly, her gaze shifting from the boy to you, her expression stern yet softened by a flicker…