#iii. verse : 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻.

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@zsaszsin : at what point did you think that was a good idea? three hundred & ninety prompts ; accepting.

     "     𝗮𝗻𝗱  𝗮𝘁  𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁  𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁  𝗱𝗶𝗱  𝘆𝗼𝘂  𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲  𝗺𝘆  𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿?     "     tilly  countered  with  an  eye  roll,  knowing  that  she  shouldn't  really  push  zsasz  like  this  because  she  was  incredibly     𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲     of  just  how  dangerous  he  really  was.     then  again,  most  of  her  dad's  lieutenants  were  dangerous  people  who  she  didn't  hesitate  to  give  atittude  towards.     the  only  difference  with  zsasz,  she  wasn't  entirely  sure  how  far  she  could  push  him  before  he  snapped.     so  yeah,  maybe  she  should  be  more     𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹     about  how  much  shit  she  gave  him,  but  in  this  moment  she  didn't  really  care  about  what  he  had  to  say.     all  she  wanted  was  to  not  feel  like  she  was  trapped  within  the  sanctuary,  so  yeah  maybe  she  had  slipped  out  for  a  short  while  and  had  thought  she  could  just  sneak  back  in  the  same  way.     it  hadn't  exactly  worked  out  the  way  she  had  thought  and  this  was  how  she  ended  up  in  this     𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗳𝗳     with  victor  zsasz.     running  a  hand  through  blonde  hair,  shaking  her  head  as  she  looked  at  him  for  a  moment,     "     so  what  if  i  just  wanted  a  few  hours  outside  of  that  damn  building?     i'm  bored  out  of  my  damn  mind  'cause  my  dad  doesn't  let  me  do  shit,     "     she  realises  that  it's  counterproductive  to  her  own  argument  of  not  wanted  to  be  treated  like  a  kid  anymore,  by  acting  out  and  running  away  like  a  kid.     tilly  sighed  softly,  shaking  her  head  as  she  crosses  her  arms  across  her  chest,     "     are  you  gonna  drag  me  back  now?     "

[w1dowed]

     𝘀𝗵𝗲  𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁  𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁  𝗮𝗻𝘆  𝗼𝗳  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺  𝘁𝗼  𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽  𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁  𝗵𝗲𝗿,     she  didn't  need  to  be  fussed  over,  she  didn't  need  anyone  to  think  she  was  incapable  of  dealing  with  this.     she  just  had  to  keep  going.     she  had  to  be     𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆     for  the  fight  that  was  coming,  when  rick  was  finally  ready  for  it.     if  anything,  maggie  was  surprised  by  how  long  it  had  taken  rick  to  get  to  this  point.     it  would  be  maddening  if  she  hadn't  been  so  happy  to  see  everyone,  to  know  that  they  were  all  ready  to  end  this  with  negan  and  the  saviors.     what  she  hadn't  expected  was  for  rick  to  keep  pushing,  as  if  he  could  see  right  through  her  and  she  knew  that  she  had  always  been  on  the  brink  of     𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁,     which  she  refused  to  do.     if  she  allowed  herself  to  fall  apart,  she  wasn't  sure  she  would  ever  be  able  to  put  herself  back  together.

     𝗻𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴  𝗵𝗲𝗿  𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱,     not  looking  at  him  for  a  moment  as  she  tried  to  keep  herself  calm.     her  heart  was  racing  in  her  chest,  willing  herself  to  not  cry  because  the  grief  was  still  so  fresh  and  it  somehow  felt  so  new  with  everyone  else  right  here,     "     i'm  glad  to  see  you  too,  rick,     "     she  admits,  taking  a  deep  breath  before  looking  up  at  him  again.     maggie  meant  it,  after  everything  they  had  been  through,  rick  was  family  to  her  and  she  knew  that  she  couldn't  do  this  alone,  it  would  be  better  to  fight  this  with  him  right  beside  her.     arms  fold  across  her  chest,  standing  up  straight  as  she  looks  at  him,  pushing  all  her  emotions  aside  fro  a  moment,     "     what  happened?     what  changed  to  make  you  ready  to  fight?     "

⠀⠀SHE HAD SAID THAT SHE WAS OKAY, but rick couldn't shake it. he knew loss like hers. and although he told himself on the journey to hilltop that he wouldn't allow the feeling to fester, his eyes bore into maggie nonetheless. he hadn't seen her since it happened. if anything, she had surprised rick by appearing so stoic, so... okay. he began to look for cracks, hoping that she wasn't pushing herself as much as he had when he lost lori.

⠀⠀WHEN HE SAW HER LATER ON, he pried. she seemed a little worse for wear. ‘maggie--’ rick hushed. maybe he was opening wounds that were already stitched and healing. he hovered around her still, to which she replied ‘i'm fine, just... give me a minute.’

⠀⠀TO THIS RICK COMPLIED, and gave her a hand with some supplies she was hauling. ‘i'm just glad to see you again’ he stated in a low voice, breaking the momentary silence, ‘you, daryl, sasha.’

inbox : @w1dowed / i'm fine, just... give me a minute.