𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || twd imagines

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TW// car crash

Maggie helping you take care of your infant sister after you arrive at the prison.

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{No Pronouns}

Your head pounds as you watch a group of strangers take your sister from you. You try to yell out for her, but the pain in your head increases tenfold. A kid your age reaches out for you, seeming to pull you out of something. Your eyes involuntarily shut for a moment.

When you open them again, you're met with the bottom of a bunk bed. You try to sit up, but notice your wrist handcuffed to the bedpost. Your head feels slightly better, but now you notice your aching back. You attempt to remember whatever might've happened. There was a car, your sister, a big group, a boy with a sheriff's hat.

Oh. That's what happened. You were driving a car, then lost control. Luckily, your sister seemed to be alive when those people removed her from her carseat. Then, that boy helped you. Now you're here, in a place you don't recognize, without any knowledge of your sister's whereabouts.

You're brought out of your thoughts by a bearded man entering your... cell? "Ah, you're awake. My name's Hershel Greene. I tended to your wounds." You blink your eyes for a moment, still bleary from sleep. "Where's... Where's my sister, Mr. Greene?"

Hershel chuckles quietly at your formality. "Please, call me Hershel. And your sister's with my oldest daughter. I'll take you to her if you'd like." You viciously nod your head, immediately regretting it once it starts throbbing again. Hershel's attention is brought to your wrist, remembering that Rick said it was a necessary precaution.

Hershel calls the sheriff over. "Oh, hello there. I'm Rick. Here, let me unlock these for you." As he gingerly removes your hand from his shackles, Hershel stands, allowing you to notice his absent leg. As the two of make your way down the prison hall, you see more people. You even see the hat-wearing boy that pulled you from the wreck. He waves at you, and you easily reciprocate it.

Finally, you reach the cell that his daughter's in. When you see her bottle-feeding your sister, you rush past him and sit beside her. The grown woman turns to look at you, sending you a small smile as Hershel leaves you two alone.

"What's her name?"

"Um... S/N."

"Aww. That's a real pretty name. What's yours?"

"Y/N."

"Another wonderful name. I'm Maggie. I see you've met my father."

You nod your head, not taking your eyes off of your infant sister. Maggie notices this, deciding to hand her to you. You gratefully accept her, cradling her and supporting her head with your arm. You take the bottle full of baby formula and continue feeding her. 

"How old are you, Y/N? You seem a bit... young to have a kid." You giggle quietly at the accusatory tone in her voice. "She's my sister", you say, smiling at the sleeping infant in your arms. "Oh! Ha, obviously. Duh."

You start gently humming a melody, placing the half-empty bottle on the ground. Maggie continues watching you, smiling softly at your endearing actions. "Where's that tune from?"

You stop humming as you remember your mother singing it to you to calm you down. "My mom sang it to me whenever I got... anxious or, whatever." Maggie hums a sound of acknowledgement. "When we found that crashed car, it only had you two in it. Where's..."

"Dead."

Maggie's mouth drops open at your bluntness. You don't look away from your baby sister as she kindly rubs her hand in comforting circles on your back.

"Thank you, Maggie. For -- For taking care of my sister while I was out. You're really... nice."

The woman in question smiles at your compliment. "You're welcome. I can tell you're gonna be a nice addition to the group, kiddo."