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TW// implied death
Sasha and Maggie laugh as they recall the wonderful moments they shared with you.
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{Gender-Neutral}
"Do you remember when they tripped over their own feet and landed in that mud puddle?"
"Oh, my god! I nearly pissed myself from laughing so hard!"
Sasha leans forward a bit, clutching her stomach as Maggie giggles beside her. They had been hanging out in your favorite spot for about an hour, just reminiscing about you. "Oh! And when they were so nervous around you that they could barely speak?" Both the women laugh loudly at that one, Maggie blushing furiously at the reminder of your blatant crush on her.
They quiet down after a moment, relishing in the gentle afternoon breeze. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful orange hue on the joyful ladies. The caws of nearby crows draw their attention to a walker shuffling across the open plain below them.
"I wish I had told them that I admired them, too."
Sasha turns her head to look at Maggie, noticing how her eyes are now downcast. She brings her hand up to rub her shoulder comfortingly. "You didn't know they'd be gone so soon. Don't blame yourself, okay?" Maggie's eyes water at the memory of your passing, her chest feeling impossibly tight with grief.
She had lost you five months prior to this moment, due to a surprise ambush of bandits. They had robbed you of everything on your person, then proceeded to nearly beat you to death. They left you, stranded on the side of a secluded road, defenseless and unconscious. You awoke two days later to Daryl frantically trying to tourniquet your arm, the gash severe enough to be fatal. He had jumped away from you when you grunted, assuming you had became a walker, but when he saw your melancholic smile, he burst into tears.
It was a miracle you had survived long enough for him to find you and take you back to Alexandria, but everyone knew it was too good to be true. You had passed during the night due to excessive internal bleeding and infection of your wounds. Maggie had fallen asleep by your bedside, being woefully awakened by your reanimated corpse attempting to take a chunk out of her neck.
Luckily, Rick had heard the commotion and ran inside just in time to shoot your walker form, resulting in Maggie lying frozen on the ground with your dead body on top of her, your blood drying on her tear-stained face.
"We haven't gotten any new leads on whoever killed them, since I already knew you were gonna ask."
Maggie turns away from Sasha for a moment, not allowing the comforting woman to see the raging disappointment covering every inch of her face. She wipes at her eyes before returning her attention to the walker. "You know, today's their birthday."
