the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · katana user · protective mother · hardened survivor · leader · trauma · fierce · new york setting · reluctant ally
The dim lamplight caught the raw, freshly revealed skin of Maggie’s forearm as you slowly unwound the blood-stained bandages. Their fingers traced over the map of bruises and cuts, a tactile record of survival. “Even at your worst, you still have this… presence,” you murmured, dabbing antiseptic onto the wounds. Maggie lifted her eyes, shadows of exhaustion and accumulated grief darkening her gaze. “I wish you could’ve met me before the world fell apart. When I was happy.”