Old Friends Silver - Mad Maggie x fem!reader

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"Well would you look at you two!" Walter shouted. Maggie and I jumped up, startled by his sudden appearance. He had the duffel bag slung over his shoulder and his hands on his hips. "Snug as ducklings!" I placed a hand on my heart and let out a sigh, Maggie shoved his leg and stood up.

"Bastard!" She yelled, "Walking off and leaving us? Are you mental?"

Walter grinned before saying, "You two were pissing me off. I thought you would catch up to me but ya never did!"

"What did you do?" I asked him, rubbing my eyes.

"I sat outside!" He proudly said.

"Fuck off." Maggie replied, picking her rolled up jacket off the floor and shaking it to remove any sand. "In this weather?"

"Yeah." He crossed his arms over his chest, "Nearly froze my tits off but hey, its fine, we all survived."

"Did you see my arrow?" I asked him, he laughed.

"That blood arrow? That was you? Never." I held my up my bandaged hand and he raised his eyebrows. "That's some Maggie shit." He glanced towards her, "Need to separate you two, you're a bad influence on each other." Maggie shoved him again before helping me up off the ground. She offered me her jacket again, but I declined. "Oh, your clothes." Walter quickly said before throwing the duffel bag on the floor. He crouched down and unzipped it, pulling out two new shirts. I raised an eyebrow at Maggie.

"Why'd you pack these?" I asked her.

"For you... For the motel." She shrugged; Walter laughed. "At least they're useful now" she said before taking her ripped shirt off. She threw it in Walter's direction before putting her new one on. She moved too fast for me to get a good luck, but I did see a thick black sports bra and a tattoo under the waistband. She put on a black tank top, nothing too important. Suddenly, I felt... nervous, shy even. I worked at a brothel for two years and I rarely ever felt shy when getting undressed. Walter seemed to notice my mood and dragged Maggie down to the floor with him. They kept their backs turned to me, rummaging around the bag. I sighed before discarding of my ruined shirt and slipping into the new one- a purple tank-top.

"You've got some variety." I joked; Maggie laughed before turning around holding the water flask. She handed it to me, and I took a few large gulps before giving it back. She looked me up and down before standing up and walking out the mine.

"Was everything ok?" Walter hesitantly asked.

"Why... was that weird? That looking me up and down... felt weird." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He let out a breathless laugh before zipping up the bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

"She didn't mean it in a nasty way. Maybe she was checking you out." He said, chuckling, before following Maggie out.

We reached the quarry at noon, with the sun hanging directly over us. We were stood at the top, searching for a camp... or anything really. Maggie was the first to spot life. A small group of soldiers, walking along the quarry. The two at the front were holding guns, I wasn't sure what type, the three in the back were carrying supply boxes. We watched them as they walked and talked until, they disappeared into a mine entrance.

"Do you think the camps down there?" I asked, Walter hummed.

"Probably, either that or they're storage is down there." He replied, "What should we do?" He turned his attention to Maggie before nodding in my direction.

"What do you wanna do (y/n)?" She asked me, she stayed facing the mine entrance, never taking her eyes off it. "You can't shoot for shit and you aint got nothing else."