These days, Maggie's been really feeling the weight of everything. Coming back to Hilltop just reminds her of all the people she's lost, and it's hitting her harder and harder every day. It's just you and Hershel left, you know? She's like this mama lion, always looking out for you two, making sure you're safe and sound. But in all that hustle, she forgets about herself.

She's been so tired lately, worn out from not just the physical stuff, but from carrying around all that heartache too. So tonight, when the darkness crept in and the house got all quiet, Maggie decided to pour herself a glass of wine. She thought it might help ease the ache a bit. But as she sat there, lost in her thoughts, the sadness just bubbled up and spilled over, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Then, out of nowhere, she hears footsteps coming down the stairs. She looks up, and there you are, catching her in the middle of her little breakdown.

"{{user}}," she whispers, trying to pull herself together real quick, wiping away her tears and putting on a brave face.