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the loudness in the tunnel had caught everyone’s attention, they all urged each other on faster — that the quicker they got out of that tunnel, the safer they would be. their pace quickened and the exit was in sight, but the sudden scream had caused her to skid to a stop. that voice sounded all to familiar, her stomach twisting and urging her to turn back and help, but the sudden grip around her wrist brought her eyes forward. ‘ maggie, c’mon !‘ sasha urged while attempting to pull her forward, but she resisted.
‘ that sounded like glenn. ‘ those words caused the other to shake her head, her eyes pleading her to move forward so that they could flee to safety. ‘ no. ‘ her tugged her wrist free and began running back into the darkness, back to where the walkers were and that voice. as maggie disappeared, sasha looked back to bob who’d been staring at van which was in sight — people were exiting the vehicle and rushing towards them with guns ready. at this point it was hard to tell their intentions, at least until they ran past them and called them forward.
the deeper maggie went, the pile of debris was in sight and lit up by a light that wasn’t there before. she couldn’t hear the screaming anymore, but instead only saw the walkers swarming in on something… eating someone.
maggie grabbed the only useful weapon she had, that being her knife as she prepared herself to go and dispose of the walkers, but the sudden yelling of someone directed her out of the way as a hail of gunfire began to rid the undead quickly. the shots echoed through out the contained area, causing her hands to fly over her ears in a protective manner. it only a matter of minutes, the walkers were all dead in a huge pile.
the knife she held was dropped as she rushed over and sasha instinctively reacted in order to stop her, but maggie pushed her away. she needed to know, she had to know, because deep within her gut — there was a feeling telling her that that voice belonged to her husband.
as maggie began to pull at the pile of walkers, dropping them off to the side as if they were nothing but a sack of flour, a man’s voice called to her. ‘ that’s not safe ! wait a damn minute ! ’
did she listen? of course not. he was irrelevant in that moment.
finally, she reached the very last walker which was blocking their face, hands trembled as she reached for the collar of it’s shirt and gripped onto it tightly — but she couldn’t bring herself to move it just yet. it was like her body had become so heavy with fear, and readiness that this could very well be glenn underneath. eyes closed tightly as she took a deep breath and finally pulled the corpse out of the way. almost immediately, she dropped to her knees because the sight before her had caused her legs to go weak.
after searching this long, she had found him.
shaking hands gripped at the collar of his blood soaked jacket as this pain ripped through her entire being. her whole body was shaking now and her vision was obscured by the tears which filled her eyes. ‘ glenn… ‘ she began to shake him lightly, almost as if she was trying to wake him up from a deep sleep. ‘ glenn, please… ‘ her voice was soft at first, but soon the heaving of each sob kept her from forming words. maggie knew that it was no good, that no matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t wake. he was gone. finally, after giving in, maggie rested her head upon his chest as her hand reached for his own. as her fingers intertwined with his own, she gripped tightly and closed her eyes, remembering how it warm it once felt. ‘ i found you. ‘ she whispered, ’ i missed you, i’m sorry, i love you… ’
she knew what needed to be done next, that if she didn’t — he would turn. the other’s lingering close by with weapons ready were a silent reminder, but she just needed to be like this. that if she lingered like this for a little bit longer, she could recall all the times he’s held her through the night.
maggie finally sat up, her hand bringing his own to rest upon his chest. ‘ remember glenn… ‘ with her other hand she grabbed the knife which rested upon his waist and brought it up to his head. it felt so heavy within her grip as she leaned down and prepared to do what would be the hardest thing in her life. with eyes closed she pressed her lips to his forehead, ‘ i’m always with you. ‘ she muttered before finally stabbing the side of his skull.
weathered digits curled around his own and gripped tightly. oh, how she missed the way their hands felt together. Maggie inched closer to his side, her face pressing into his shoulder and taking a deep breath in. she had no words which could describe how happy she was, happy that she was finally with him again.
A content sigh escapes chapped lips as the faint scrape of calloused fingers slide between his own, entwining them in a firm grip. Just that feeling — the warmth of her hand wrapping in his — is enough for his walls to drop, if even for a second. The corners of his lips curl up into the first genuine smile in what seemed like decades and he tightens his grip on her hands as if fearing she’d disappear again if he let go. And she might.
❝ — I’ve missed you so much. ❞
The words are breathed into her hair as he presses his lips again her head.
For the first time in what felt like forever, he felt whole again.
Character in general: takes d EEP BREATH MAGGIE. I fell in love with Maggie the minute she came on screen like wo w there’s so much to her character and the writers have done a really good job in developing her character from just this farmer’s daughter kind of trope into someone who’s so determined and with such a big heart for those she loves and cares about. How they play them: She understands the character perfectly, which shows through her writing and when we plot and make headcanons on skype and every time I read anything she writes I can honestly hear Maggie saying and doing the things on the page and it’s just amazing. The Mun: She’s just wonderful. She causes me so much pain through songs and headcanons and plots but we both know we secretly love the pain and it’s our way of expressing our love so it’s okay
She waited for some kind of reply or even the sound of him gathering stuff so that he could leave — but instead the sudden scrap of metal against wood caused her to jump slightly. Green optics attempted to peek through the cracks of the wooden door, but much to her dismay she wasn’t able to get a better view of the intruder. It was only to get a better idea of who she could be dealing with, but more importantly to try and figure out who they were.
Their voice almost sounded familiar, it brought her a strange sense of comfort — which made no sense to her… He was a stranger, a possible threat to her survival, but yet she was tempted to let her guard down and push the door open. No, dammit. She couldn’t allow herself to do that, not after what she’s experienced. It was better to keep her space between them since they had no plans on leaving, then she guessed, she’d have to explain why the rest of her so called group never showed.
After a moment or two of silence, she finally shakes her head. “Fine.” The aim she had through the door had lowered, and she stood there thinking about what to do next. Would be it be safer to stay inside the closet, or would she stake her claim elsewhere in the house and remain there for the night?
Moments later she decided it would be better to remain inside, it might not be ideal if she needed to escape the house in a rush — but her stomach was telling her that it was safer to stay.
“I’m gonna reach out and grab what you slid over, alright?” A simple warning, so that he wouldn’t feel threatened by her next actions.
Ever so carefully, Maggie had pushed the door open just enough that her dirt covered hand could fit and grab the weapon he surrendered. As her hand felt the floor, her wedding bands would tap against the wood softly before clinking against the metal gun. It took a moment or two of feeling around due to her view being obstructed, but once it was safely in her grasp it disappeared back into the darkness and the door closed.
They then sat in silence as she stared at the light which peeked through the crease at the bottom, she struggled to clear her thoughts, wanting to remain quiet for the rest of the night — but she couldn’t get this man’s voice out of her head.
“You know, you kind of sound like someone I know.”
It was a long shot that maybe… they sounded alike, but she couldn’t help what she was doing now, her foot had pushed the door open and she couldn’t tell if it was her mind playing some sick joke on her or not, but what she saw — who she saw, made her eyes burn as tears began to form.
“— Glenn?”
The silence lasted ages. The howl of the wind outside rattled the windows, the wane light of the moon casted long shadows through the glass windows, keeping him shrouded in the darkness while the door shone in the cool light. There’s a calmness to the silence that deafened him. No sounds of the shuffling of feet and moans of the undead reached his ears; nothing but the sound of her voice. It’s muffled, distorted by the wooden barrier between them and fatigue. It rang a bell in his mind, though.
Slowly, the door that separated them opened with a slow groan as old hinges were forced to move and a small hand reaches out in search for the firearm he’d pushed over. Slender digits move around until they find the weapon, the quiet chink of metal on metal drawing his attention to the small, simple wedding ring wrapped perfectly around her ring finger. It’s covered in dirk and mod, making it almost unrecognizable. But he did recognize it, and it made his chest lurch.
Taking a careful step forward, he opens his mouth to say something, but she was gone before a sound could come out, and he’s left in the darkness once more. He contemplates the probability of it actually being her. Her, who he vowed to protect, to love. He sees her face now, the familiar curve of her cheek, smooth skin stretching over bone, the rosy flush of blood rushing up under dirt-covered porcelain, the pull of full lips over her teeth and towards her ears with each smile, the fire that never died behind emerald eyes. He felt the familiar scratch of calloused fingers, rough from labour against his own skin, the smooth band around her finger that brought a gentle reminder of their promises they made to each other.
The chances of it being her were slim at best – but he had hope. He needed to believe. Believe that she isn’t dead, that her corpse hasn’t been reanimated and roamed the earth beyond this small, forgotten house, the fire in her eyes finally gone and diminished for good. No. She isn’t dead. She couldn’t be dead. Even if the woman behind the door isn’t her, he’d still find a way back to her.
His train of thoughts is brought to a sudden stop as her voice rings through the hollow walls of the house once more, cutting through them like a knife through butter and he brings his gaze back up to the door as it creaks open once more, this time it opens wide enough for the moonlight to engulf her, bringing her features to light.
What he saw caused his chest to contract and his eyes to burn. An arm stretches out towards her and he takes a hesitant step towards her, afraid that she might disappear with the passing of the weary light that illuminated her features.
It starts out with a kiss. Muse A and Muse B have never met before. They don’t know each others names or anything about the other person. But both signed up for this weird artistic film that asked them to kiss another stranger. They get a couple bucks for doing it so why the hell not?
At first it is awkward, unsure, and full of nerves. But as their lips meet…fireworks. But this isn’t real, they aren’t in love, and perhaps it is because they are sharing something so intimate with a stranger or maybe it is a natural chemistry. But either way, after it is over, the only thing either of them can think of is doing it again.
