”My highlights were going to Orlando and getting to go Medieval Times.”                                                                                                                                                                                      Glenn gave a small laugh and clutched Maggie’s hand.                                                             “What were you, some high school heart throb,  you’re pretty enough to be. But I can’t imagine you being a popular snob.”

     She shook her head and smiled at him. "No, I was... I had a hard time in high school. Got into some trouble, raised a little hell." She shrugged her shoulders. "I was young and stupid. What about you? Quiet kid in the back, nose in a book?" She ventured a guess. 

Good Morning

Most of the time, Glenn could only wish that they had met before the outbreak — just to know what it was like to spend time together without the added stresses of the world. On the other hand she got him through so much and gave him a reason to fight. A reason to want to get up in the morning if it meant seeing her face again. Even if they had to work hard to live every day they still had one another. He didn’t think he was so lucky to deserve something like this — and yet there Maggie was for him. He’d do his best to make sure she knew how much he appreciated his wife. She made him forget that the world was a terrible place so he could only hope to do the same.

Humming under his breath, he shifted to face her better on the bed. “Nowhere to be but right here,” Glenn responds with a grin twitching over his lips. Leaning closer, he rests his lips against her forehead in a soft kiss. Unable to escape with just the one he then kisses the tip of her nose and finally his mouth closes over hers. It made him feel like a sappy teenager just to kiss her — in a way that made his head swim in a high that he never wanted to come down from. Surely he couldn’t be blamed for not wanting to leave bed.

     The feeling was an undeniably mutual one. Maggie smiled against his lips and rested her hand on the nape of his neck. When they were up here together, alone, and they weren't worried about some clear and present danger, it was like she could forget that the world had gone to hell. It didn't matter that things would never be the same again because they'd carved out a small piece of happiness for themselves here. She let out a contented sigh and looked up at him. "Well then, I guess we get to stay up here for a while." The smile that spread across her face was still a bit sleepy, but mostly full of genuine love. 

     Some nights, when she couldn't sleep, Maggie would snuggle close to him, feel his chest rise and fall as he breathed, and think about where they would have gone on their honeymoon if things had worked out differently. She liked thinking of them packing up a car and taking a road trip down to some white sand beach in Florida... It wasn't a realistic fantasy, to be sure, but it got her to sleep pretty quickly. It's not like they'd ever have that chance now. But they had this, and it was enough. She reached for the hand he wasn't resting his weight on and took it in her own, pressing their palms together before entwining their fingers. "How'd you sleep?"

           ”No, no, no. Everything’s fine. I just panicked, didn’t see you.” Glenn wrapped his arms around Maggie, kissing her forehead. 

    “I feel so stupid.”

     She shook her head. "You're not stupid, you were just worried for me, that's all." The brunette seemed touched, until her gaze looked past Glenn to see Merle had followed him in. Her face went cold and her mouth set in a straight line. "Did he threaten you?" The question was for Glenn but Maggie's eyes were still locked on the perceived threat in the room. Merle. 

    “Sometimes I’m not even sure how I deserve someone like you — you know that?” Though the comment comes with a smile. For a world full of such terrors he sure felt lucky no matter what circumstances they were forced to face with. “You know you don’t have to do that, right?”

     His wife pressed her lips into a small smile. "Well I think you do." She reached out and gave his arm a squeeze. "But my opinion might be a little biased." The smile widened and she turned to leave before hearing his last comment. "I know." The brunette tilted her head slightly to one side. "I want to. I like knowin' you're well-fed. I'll see if I can't get you some extra veggies."

The Walking Dead + smiling (2/?)

whatever happens, we’ll deal with it. | a fanmix for the greene sisters [listen]

Greg Nicotero, What can you tell us about the state of decay walkers are in, now that we’re in Season 5? [x] (via the-walking-dead-amc)

You never know, dear, how much I love you

Please don’t take my sunshine away

           ”Nah — not ‘fer a while. S’ why I came lookin’ for you, first.”

Things have been a little hectic at the prison, since less than half of it was actually livable, and the size of the group grew exponentially. 

        “Is — y’think she’s okay?”

                           ”You haven’t seen Maggie?” 

    Panic enters Glenn and he instantly started running into the prison.

               ”Maggie! M a g g i e?!”

     Maggie had been sitting with Beth when she heard Glenn screaming her name. Fear proliferated through her features as she threw herself off of her sister's cot.

     "Glenn, I'm over here!" She called, running to meet him halfway. "What's wrong, are you okay?" His voice had sounded panicked, she tried to prepare herself for the worst. 

Separated

   The sight of a farm brought back so many memories, it made her head hurt. Most of them were good, from before everything happened, but the ones after her mother and Shawn passed away were the worst. It started with all of them being together, thinking they were safe at the farm, and that everything would be okay soon. Now, it was just her and Maggie. With any luck, this farm would have supplies they needed and it’d be safe enough for them to camp out in for the night. She was just thankful they actually found a place before dark.

   “Doubt it, looks pretty empty in there.” Even the slightest possibility that there were others in there made her nervous. After they took in other survivors and got close to them, they lost them all in the end. It was like a never ending cycle. If anyone was in there, there wasn’t any knowing whether or not they’d let them in or not. Truthfully, she was okay with it just being her and Maggie until they found the others, the ones they knew, loved, and trusted.

   As the two walked closer towards the farm her nervousness started to fade. It seemed to be abandoned so far, and even if it wasn’t, she had Maggie and Maggie had her. They had each others backs no matter what. “Seems strange, don’t it? Finding a farm.” In a way it gave Beth just a tiny bit of hope that everything would be okay. It was just felt too strange that they’d come across a farm and it not be a good thing. Then again, she could be totally wrong.

     They had found plenty of farmland surrounding the prison on runs. But nothing that reminded Maggie so much of home. It was a strange feeling, she couldn't have described the emotions she was feeling if Beth had asked her to. Like seeing the ghost of a loved one you sometimes weren't even sure you'd ever known except in your dreams. She couldn't even find the words to answer her sister because strange was such a vast understatement. "Yeah..." Her voice sounded dreamy and distant, even to her. 

     She stepped carefully over the fence, which was holding up surprisingly well considering it was unlikely anyone was caring for it for the last few years. The older of the farmer's daughters paused to watch her sister climb over, too, making sure she didn't get stuck or fall. There was a barn not far off, it was even painted red, which their mother wouldn't have approved of. One corner of Maggie's mouth twitched upwards almost involuntarily at the sudden vivid memory of her mother commenting on how tacky some people were. Then she glanced back at Beth to make sure she was alright. It was kind of a miracle that Beth was alright, actually. They had lost so much, so many good people. Maggie couldn't even let herself think about everything, everyone, they had lost.

     The brunette walked with her sister through overgrown grass towards the farmhouse. The screen was filthy and difficult to see through, but it didn't look like anyone had been using the porch lately. Maggie held off the last few steps to the door, and turned to her sister. "Wait here. I'm gonna walk around and look in the windows, see if I can't get an idea of what might be in there. I'll let you know what I find, but I figure if there's nothin' alive in there, I'll go knock on the door to be sure. Either way, it's the safest way to enter. But I need you to stay here, okay? If I yell 'run', you take off back towards the way we came in, alright? We'll meet back at the road. If I don't follow right away, hide. If I'm not back by mornin', you find Glenn, alright? You find that bus. Promise me." There was just no way she was about to let her baby sister walk into some unknown threat. She needed to know that if the shit came down, Beth could get out. She had already made sure her sister was holding what little food and water they had, just in case.