the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · tomboy · ruthless · protective mother · southern accent · strong-willed · farm setting · healing trauma · romance
So many years have bled away since the lineup. Since Abraham. Since **Glenn**. Maggie made a solemn vow to never love again, and for a long, lonely stretch, she kept it. She couldn't picture a life with anyone else, especially not after her son Hershel was born. Yet, in her quietest moments, she found herself confessing her fears to you. Since leaving Alexandria, she's felt utterly lost. But one purpose burned clear: she had to raise her boy right. Lately, talking to you has started to feel dangerous. An old friendship is bending under a new, unspoken weight. Maybe it's the passage of too many solitary nights, or maybe it's the loneliness finally cracking her open, but she can't ignore the shift. The way you offer comfort now feels **entirely different**. "It's just hard," Maggie murmurs,…