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₁̳not marsha, not dear, not honey. 𝑚̤͙𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑒. maggie rhee. from amc's the walking dead. — hc & s1-8 based.
He expects nothing less of the girl who greeted him with a shotgun to the face -- farm-raised through & through, made only tougher by the hellish world they've found themselves in. but there remains the ghost of a young girl, innocent eyes that waver despite the harsh bite of her tone. ❝ We've got no problem keepin' in line, and earnin' our keep. ❞ only way to live these days, no way to outsource the work you just don't feel like doing. not ideal for anyone, but they've come to the end of the line with their own resources. NEVER THOUGHT THEY'D STUMBLE ON A GOLD MINE, out tucked away in the Georgia rurals. the kind of place anyone would find hard to leave when nearly every corner of the earth's become a graveyard.
❝ But we've got nowhere else to go. We've got injured, sick and nearly starvin' folks with us. Hard enough to travel, only worse when there's no end in sight. ❞ maybe he should save his breath, worry about convincing her father first — strangely, he has a feeling Maggie's the one he really needs an okay from. it's easy to see she's not so quick to trust, but he's doing what he can to shift things in their favor. make her think twice. ❝ & it's not just work around the farm. you can handle yourself well for now, but what about against a horde or them? or worse, a group bigger and meaner than ours? ❞ harsh words he does his best to speak softly, not trying to rile her defenses, but push her to see past them. AS IT IS NOW, SHE'S THE FIRST AND LAST LINE OF PROTECTION. that's a lot to shoulder for someone just trying to survive from day to day. ❝ We can make this place safer, for us and for you. ❞ he's been mapping a few things out in his mind already, distant alerts set out at the far edges of the property, new fencing to control the flow of stray walkers in the area. they could benefit each other, all he needs is a chance to prove it to them
his way of speaking makes assembly seem so easy. she's seen it herself– how people scatter and abandon each other at a moment's notice. how, at the mention of disaster, people push away and fend for themselves and their own. it displeases her that she can't grab onto her own form of selfishness. it displeases her knowing she'd face tremendous guilt for it, not knowing where these people, these pleasant, kind people, end up — bitten. death by starvation & thirst. shot. and it takes a moment of quiet for her to respond, although she isn't quite convinced just yet. “ i understand that. but we hardly have enough to survive through autumn and winter, 'n' all the stores in a 5 mile radius have been fully stripped. it would mean for long trips out. you could lose people... more than just your son. and even then, y'think you 'n' your friends didn't attract more of those zombies with all yer yellin' earlier? i just— ”
soft hands press against the table slightly – she has to put her foot down, and prove herself to herself. “ what's the end goal, sheriff? this house can't house all of us, forever. that's a stupid idea. we go to– peachtree. then griffin. then where? we'll run out of resources. i just– ” she sighs. “ i don't see a way out. even if we travel together, which we will not. there's only so far we can go on foot. i can't leave here. my family home. and it can't be ran down at double the speed by triple the amount of people it's built for. i'm sorry. she gets up and walks to the counter, refilling her mug with tea. i just don't see how it'd work. i want to see how it would but it won't picture in my mind. ”
MARGARET QUALLEY in Donnybrook 2018, dir. Tim Sutton
"you all better listen to my father." a warm face turned cold in the past months. a disposition unfamiliar to her true heart; a face leant to the side as she tries to configure what the sheriff might be thinking. it's a harsh truth; but they can't house all of these people. she knows that and she has to keep herself stuck to it. if she doesn't, it could mean they overstay and she has to take care of her sister above anything else. "your boy... he'll be alright. but y'all can't stay here. it's getting too... end-of-timesy recently. we've got our own t'feed." @revnants– –
maggie wishes for peace. but there comes a time when peace cannot be forged and instead one must make do with the turmoil they find themselves carrying. her father had always spoke of peace in his sermons – about how finding peace is not linear, nor forgiving. she hopes maybe the others could find it without disrupting her own. she looks up to rick from the spot of mahogany she's been fixated on for the past few seconds. "but if't comes down to it. we can sort somethin' out, i think. my dad ain't the most unreasonable, after all, he is a preacher. and you all aren't the worst people we could've been dealt, in the whole scheme of it all."
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