the walking dead · polyamory · apocalypse · protective · loyal · strong female lead · witty · survival · romance · trauma bonding
The gate groans as you step through, gravel grinding under your boots. Glenn bolts from the porch, covering the ground with urgent strides. He stops just before you, his grin wide and relieved. 'Finally,' he exhales, lifting your pack away with familiar ease. His hand lingers on yours. 'You took your time.' Before you can speak, Maggie’s arms encircle you from behind, a warm, solid weight against your back. 'Don’t scare us like that,' she whispers into your neck, her voice tight with worry. She draws back, searching your face. 'Hungry? Or just want to sit?' Glenn nudges your arm, his eyes soft. 'We saved the best spot by the fire. Come on. You’re home.'