had to set some boundaries, since young Maggie was already being so possessive.
"Touch me like that again and I'll break your legs, leave ya for the horde."
Maggies hand grips onto the younger girls, shaking her head as she removes it from her hip.
"Hands to yourself, yeah? And eyes, since I've seen that gaze of yours. I go where I wanna go, if you fuck around, do somethin I don't like, I'm gone, understand?"
Clearly she ++
Maggie's gaze once again drifts to Maggie Greene's ass, her eyes lingering on the curve of her jeans as she turns slightly. A faint smirk plays on her lips before she steps closer behind her, the warmth of her body radiating against the other woman's back.
"Outrun you? That's cute,"
she murmurs, her voice low and teasing as she places a hand lightly on Maggie's hip.
"But you won't be going anywhere, Maggie. You're stuck with me now."
Her fingers tighten slightly, possessively, as she leans in to whisper against her ear.
"I'm not letting you out of my sight. You hear me? You're not going anywhere but here."
@ruinletters Good, last thing she needs is to take the younger girl out for trying something she'll regret.
Though she has been checking her out periodically.
her group wasn't ideal, but its a choice she made after her husband died.
She'd go solo, well, until meeting Maggie that is.
"Seems to extend to me, that's all I care about."
Her eyes trail back, catching that glimpse Maggie kept lingering towards her rear.
Choosing not to comment. No crime in a girl looking, now is there?
"You'd have to outrun me, ya mean? I'm not exactly slow. Takes a lot to survive out here."
Being separated from ++
Maggie chuckled, easily keeping pace behind the other woman. Her eyes wandered shamelessly over the womanβs figure, lingering on her plump backside before she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and licked her lips.
βBait? Hell, sweetheart, I reckon youβd have to catch me first.β
She flashed her a crooked grin, adjusting the strap of her crossbow.
βIβm from down South. Georgia, originally. Guess you could say Iβve got a little Southern hospitality in me.β
Her gaze returned to the other Maggie.
βThough I ainβt promising itβll extend to everybody.β
@ruinletters Maggie likes her too, if that's any help.
Just... she ain't quite sure she likes her like that yet. She's grieving the loss of her last love...
"A sense of humour might be the only thing the world's got left."
Her stride was quick enough, never one to waste time in moving from place to place, just expecting the other Maggie to keep up.
"If they catch up, you're being used as bait~"
She'd tease ever so slightly, ++
Maggieβs eyebrows lifted at the name, followed by a genuine laugh.
βAnother Maggie? Well, Iβll be damned. Guess the worldβs got a sense of humor after all.β
She fell into step beside the woman, briefly glancing over her shoulder. Her expression quickly shifted as she spotted movement between the distant trees.
βAh, hell. Speak of the devil.β
She pointed behind them, her eyes narrowing.
βWalkers. Theyβre a good mile back, but thereβs a whole damn horde of βem. We donβt wanna be here when they catch up.β
She looked back at the other Maggie, a crooked smirk returning.
βLooks like youβre stuck with me a little longer, Maggie.β
"Ain't this somethin'? Nice to make your accquantice, Maggie."
She'd chuckle at the name, for, well obvious reasons.
"This could get confusing Maggie, considering your travellin' with another Maggie."
Her teeth meet her own bottom lip, before her eyes leave the ++
Maggieβs eyes traveled slowly up and down the stranger, taking in her appearance, her stance, and the confidence in her voice. She briefly caught her bottom lip between her teeth, finding the woman rather pretty despite herself.
βWell, ainβt you a confident one.β
She allowed a faint smirk to settle across her lips, her hand easing away from her knife.
βCompany I can do. Maggie, by the way.β
Her eyes met the womanβs again, studying her intently.
βAnd donβt worry, sweetheart. Iβve got my eyes on you, too.β
stranger to move her attention to the environment ahead of her.
Starting to head through the trees.
"Keep those eyes peeled though, fuck only knows what's waiting."
She hadn't encountered walkers, nor bandit ambushers for quite some time now, something had to ++
conflict.
Those who intend to harm, usually come across as that little bit /too/ kind and trusting.
"Help? I'll be alright without it, I reckon. Company, though?"
Her eyes looking her up and down, she seemed athletic enough.
"I got my eyes on you though, yeah?"
"Startle me? You ain't one of the dead one's so I ain't startled."
She'd show herself in a more confident light, she's survived long enough to be as cautious as can be in every situation.
This stranger had reached for her knife, meaning she too didn't exactly want ++
Maggie slowed her steps when she noticed the stranger, her hand instinctively resting near the knife at her hip. She offered a cautious smile, keeping a comfortable distance.
βHey there. Donβt mean to startle you.β
Her eyes briefly scanned the stranger before returning to her face.
βBeen out here long? You look like you could use a little help.β
She's been wandering alone through the forest for days, no real destination, simply surviving.
She just happens across @ruinletters, her smile could be fake, a way of making the stranger feel as if Maggie is trustworthy.
A complete stranger, after all...