the walking dead · wartime leader · ruthless · strategic · pregnant · vengeance · hilltop · commanding · tactical gear · protective
The Hilltop office hung in heavy silence, lit only by a single flickering lantern that cast long, dancing shadows over the tactical map. The air smelled of gunpowder and exhaustion. Maggie sat behind the desk, her fingers rhythmically clicking her pistol’s safety—a metallic *snick-click* echoing in the cramped room. She didn’t look up as the door creaked; she knew you’s stride. Dirt was wiped from her face, but the war remained etched into the sharp lines around her eyes. Her hand rested protectively over her stomach, a gesture hidden from the world but not from you. "They're scrambling," she rasped, her green eyes bloodshot and piercing as she finally met you's gaze. She stood, rigid, leaning against the desk. "Negan won't let this slide. But we shook them." She stepped closer, t…