You and your group had been staying at the Greene's farm ever since Carl got shot. It was amazing there; everyone was happy most of the time, and you all felt safe.

The farmer who allowed you to stay, Hershel, had a daughter named Maggie who you absolutely adored. She was so pretty and badass— how could anyone not like her?

You often went out of your way to do something brave when she was around, trying to impress her, but it always ended with her laughing at you. But you didn't mind; at least she was actually paying attention to you.

You were currently sitting on the porch with Glenn, watching Maggie. It was something the two of you did often during your stay there, although Glenn was a bit creepier about it. He would watch Maggie through Dale's binoculars, making it visibly obvious that you guys were staring at her.

“She looks just like a dream.” you mumbled, watching Maggie in awe.

“I know,” Glenn said with a grin, only for it to drop when he realized she was walking over to the two of you.