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Maggie Greene (ex_maggiegre191) wrote in the_triangle_rp,
@ 2012-03-01 03:02:00

Character(s): Maggie & Glenn
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Cautions/Warnings: Possible language
What: Camp-making, fishing and a much-needed reunion
Location: Fishing area.
Approximate Date: 3 days after Maggie's arrival/Glenn's arrival
Status: Closed

Maggie surveyed her hand-built shelter with a small frown. It certainly left much to be desired in the way of living quarters, but at least it was holding, right? As if on cue, the right corner stick snapped and the whole thing came slumping down on that corner. Well wasn't that just fantastic. Muttering a curse under her breath and hurling one half of the offending stick far into the bushes, Maggie dropped down and sat on the ground with her head in her hands. Fantastic, just fantastic. All her time living off of the land, and she couldn't even make a simple hut?

With a far more colourful range of expletives than one would expect from a good old country farm girl, she scraped together the little motivation she had and hauled herself back into a standing position. She was sick of sleeping in bushes and under leaves. She was going to have this shelter finished before it got dark, even if it took everything out of her to do so. She hadn't seen anyone since the day she had arrived, and she had run away from the guy that she hit in the nose pretty quickly to avoid conflict. Maybe they were the only people here? In any case, after the zombie ridden area that she had managed to escape, the lack of people was definitely a good thing.

Her stomach growled loudly as she started to push the roof of the shelter upwards again, and she dropped it with a sigh. She maybe had four hours left of daylight if she were lucky, but there was no way she would finish this thing if she didn't get some decent food in her. Maggie had managed to get by the last few days with the variety of berries and shoots that grew around her, but it wasn't nearly enough to sustain her, especially not when engaged in this much manual labour. She dropped the makeshift roof back to the ground and grabbed the bow that she had sitting next to her backpack. Using a sharp rock to peel the bark off one of the surrounding tree in long strips, she started tying them to the ends of her arrows as she made her way towards the beach. The shelter would be finished tonight, she was sure of that, but first things first - food.

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survivortype
2012-02-29 09:04 pm UTC (link)

"It's okay, it's--" Glenn took her by the elbows to push her back a little, just to see her face again, to be sure, and he let out an amazed ripple of laughter even while he kept crying. Of all the places and times to find her again, it'd be here, at the end of the Earth, and he couldn't even imagine the odds so he didn't bother to try.

"I got into the woods, I don't--blame you, you did the right thing, I knew what you must've thought, I--here." He pulled the necklace over his head and fumbled with shaking fingers at the clasp, determined not to drop it. It took him a few tries, but then their rings were gleaming in the palm of his hand, and he seized Maggie's hand up to place her ring where it belonged. Then he just stared at, this slender, shining thing he'd carried so long, and brought her hand to his mouth to kiss it. He replaced his with less ceremony, mostly because he was desperate to hold her again.

"I love you so much," he said, staring into her eyes, "I knew I was gonna tell you that again."

And then he just holds her, bring her face to his shoulder as he strokes her hair. He didn't even remember that he was wet, but he doesn't think anybody on this beach is going to care about that.

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ex_maggiegre191
2012-02-29 09:33 pm UTC (link)

Maggie bit her lower lip as she listened to him. Of course he didn't blame her. Always so caring, loving, and downright stupid at times when it came to love, she hadn't thought for a second that he wouldn't forgive her. That hardly meant that she would forgive herself though, and although she nodded and breathed out a soft 'I missed you', it didn't change that she knew that what had happened was her fault. if she hadn't fallen asleep on watch, if she had waited longer for Glenn, maybe everything would be totally different. There was no point in dwelling on what if's, though, and the sight of her wedding ring back in Glenn's hand, and finally on her finger brought more tears to her eyes.

"I love you too, God I love you too," she said, words a slight jumble as she tried to get them out as fast as possible, determined to let Glenn know just how much she cared about him, how sorry she was. Trying to convey every single one of her huge mess of thoughts in nine words was an impossible task, but Maggie was going to try anyway. She wound an arm around his waist, the other reaching for Glenn's hand and holding tightly, and for a moment she is convinced that she might never let go. She could stay like this forever.

"I thought I saw you die," she said finally, after a long pause, "I shouldn't have left you, but I swear I thought I saw you die, Glenn."

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survivortype
2012-02-29 10:06 pm UTC (link)

"I know, baby." Glenn brought their clasped hands up to wipe at Maggie's tears, gently, and when that wasn't enough he kissed them away. He circled her waist with his arm like a mirror image, fitting there like they've only been apart for a day and not a year.

"Jesus." He let out a shaky breath and grinned again, kissing her softly on the mouth. "You're--a sight for sore eyes, though, I'll tell you that."

Some things were coming back to him, but for now Glenn ignored them. They still didn't matter, and it was better to forget. He could put that all behind him and just--keep going. He'd been pretty good at that before, so why not now?

"You did the right thing, okay? Don't question yourself. I followed you, didn't I?" He squeezed her hand hard. "...I don't know how, but--it doesn't matter. Do you know where we are?"

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ex_maggiegre191
2012-02-29 11:09 pm UTC (link)

"Sight for sore eyes?" Maggie laughed, even if it was a little quieter than normal, and gave Glenn's side a gentle nudge as she leaned in to his touch. It had been so long since she had felt any kind of comfort, and the more she got of it from Glenn now the more she craved. It had been far too long, but the long year was all but nonexistent in her mind as she focused on the here (wherever here was) and now, "I know I've been roughing it for a while but surely it hasn't taken that much of a toll?"

Awkward jokes aside, she gave his hand a tight squeeze back and pressed her face into the nook of his shoulder. Three hundred and seventy one days had passed since she had last been in that position, but in that moment it felt like less than one. Hunger and frustration at the hut were barely whispers of thoughts as she held him tight, and after a moment or two she shook her head against his shoulder, face still buried there as she spoke.

"I don't know. I took a boat out of Miami, I capsized and blacked out. Woke up here, lucky I still had my bag on me, it's all I've got. What happened to you, how'd you wind up here?"

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survivortype
2012-02-29 11:24 pm UTC (link)

"That's not what I meant," Glenn said, amazed at this ability to be playful again, somehow, like Maggie was a bright shot of clear tequila purging all the grime in his throat. He stroked her hair as she nestled against him, and then--she asked. He should have prepared himself for that, but he'd never thought about it.

"Pretty much the same story," he said, and he was glad she couldn't see his face while he was lying to her. He felt guilty. Of course he did, but he just--couldn't wreck this moment, not when he'd just gotten her back. He'd have to think up answers for the scars on his back, but most of the damage to him was on the inside, and he was abruptly resolved that that was where it was going to stay. "Higher than Miami, though, I must have just missed you. I figured--maybe you were trying for Cuba, that was the closest place I could think out. Turns out I'm a better delivery guy than a sailor."

He kissed the top of her head, leaning back slightly to arrange them more comfortably, and sighed with closed eyes. She'd already ended up with...that, a delivery guy. He knew it didn't matter now, but at the same time it did, because everyone else had toughened up and Glenn had just seemed to stay Glenn. (Rick would have figured out a way off the ship. He never even would have ended up on. Nobody but him.) "Have you seen any walkers?"

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ex_maggiegre191
2012-03-01 12:01 am UTC (link)

"I know," Maggie chuckled softly under her breath and settled in comfortably at his side. This was exactly where she wanted, no needed to be, and she had barely even begun to process the possibility that this whole situation wasn't just some dream that she was about to wake up from. If it was a dream it was the most realistic one she had ever had, that much was certain.

"I can't believe you managed to follow me all the way down the coast," she admitted with a small smile against his neck. She was impressed, she couldn't hide it. She had never thought of him as 'just a delivery boy', but finding out that he had managed to track her all the way down the East coast made her so proud for reasons she barely understood. "How did you know which way I was going, I tried to cover my tracks in case there were...other survivors."

The walkers question brought a frown to her face, and she huffed a little before she decided to speak again. "No walkers, no. But I did meet some guy called Damon. He thinks I'm someone else. A girl called 'Rose'. I don't know what's going on there. He has no memory of the walkers at all."

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survivortype
2012-03-02 06:13 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe--they didn't end up here?" Glenn frowned, because that was...odd, and Glenn didn't trust oddities. If this Damon was mistaking Maggie for someone else and didn't know about the walkers--he was either lying or insane, and Glenn didn't like either possibility. Especially not when Maggie was involved, which she could probably tell when he tightened his arms around her and kissed her forehead.

"But we'll deal with it later, I guess. If the island's clear then...Maggie, we could just live here." It wasn't like there seemed to be numerous other options, what with being isolated, having no idea how to build a boat, and only a hazy idea of how to navigate them. But the point was that if there were no walkers here, they'd never be in the same kind of danger. They could start over. No more running, no more hiding.

He addressed her pride last, because it was the least of their worries, but it still felt pretty good to be worth anything at all again: "I know, but--I was looking really hard, and I know you. I saw things other people would have missed, you know?"

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