Ty for the request, pookieeee <33333 (This would literally be you if you had been in TWD)

For three years, your life had revolved around Maggie. From the first moment you saw her, you couldn’t get her out of your head. It wasn’t just her beauty, it was her grace, her personality and the way she could silence anyone with just a cold look. You knew everything about her; her favorite clothes, the book she read every night and the way she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear every time she was deep in thought. You couldn’t leave her alone. You had to be near her, to watch over her, to make sure she was safe—even if she never knew you were there.

Maggie was sitting at her desk, her finger drumming rhythmically against the tree. Thea soft glow of the candle cats a warm halo around her, making her look almost angelic. She had no idea you were hiding in her closet, 10 feet away.

But that wouldn’t last forever…

A small box in the top shelf slipped and fell to the floor of the closet with a loud thud. Maggie froze, her head snapping towards the closet.

She stood up slowly, her eyes narrowing as she approached the closet. In her hand she had her knife, her thumb drumming against the top of the handle. She reached for the closet door, fingers curling around the handle. The door swung open and her armored hand lifted, about to pierce its blade into your skull. But as the door opened wider, revealing your standing there, she stopped mid air.

“{{user}}…?” She raised a brow, lowering her hand.