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{idek what this is lmAo}
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TW// sexual circumstances
Maggie crumbles your self-esteem because she'd rather have you be alive and hating her, than you be dead and loving her. :)
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{Gender-Neutral}
Your cheeks ache from grinning the whole way back to Hershel's farm. You kept glancing at Maggie the whole time, since she'd surprised you with a unique question.
"Do you wanna have sex?"
You remember feeling so confused, but also excited, and also nervous, as well as intrigued. She said it so suddenly because you had accidentally tripped over your words and said 'I like sex' instead of 'I like sax', as in the saxophone. Don't ask how it happened, it just did. Maggie didn't seem fazed by her question, almost as if she was waiting to ask it.
"Uh- mhm. Yes. That's definit- I mean, sure."
Your words seemed to be the trigger for Maggie to begin removing her clothes. First her shirt, then her bra. She began kissing you with her hands grabbing at the end of your shirt and tugging. You didn't hesitate to yank off the large piece of fabric, joining Maggie in her state of undress. Her hand grabs the nape of your neck - as her other one wanders - and pulls you forward as she walks backwards until her back hits the wall of the store you were in.
Now, it's been a day since that interesting mission and you haven't spoken to Maggie since returning. You're a little nervous that she regrets your lustful engagement, or that you might not have been good.
You've just finished helping Dale with cleaning the RV, and feel extremely dehydrated. As you head closer to the farmhouse for a drink, you recognize the short-haired woman standing on the porch. Your anxiety conspicuously bubbles as you approach her. You see her stature rapidly change from relaxed to guarded the closer you get.
Once you reach the steps, you stop partially beside her. "Hey, Mags." She looks up at you and shakes her head. "Hm." You scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion. "What's wrong?" She just smiles in a deprecating way. "Maggie? Come on. Are you okay?"
Suddenly, she snaps her head up and makes direct eye contact with you. "You really don't know what's wrong?" You hesitate for a moment with shaking your head.
"You clearly don't know what you're doing when it comes to having sex. I mean, you got off in ten minutes, and I was still hanging there, high and dry. You probably never even had sex before. Matter of fact, I can tell you've never done it! I can't believe I even asked you that stupid question. If I could turn back time, right to that moment, I'd leave that store before this dumbass situation happens."
