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⊰ℳ⊱≋ Maggie remembered how she felt during and after her confrontation with the evil man that took the name, 'The Governor'. It had left her feeling humiliated, vulnerable and downright disgusted with everything around her. It had amazed her that someone could be that vile, especially in such a situation that was the Walker Apocalypse. Any faith in humanity had slowly drained for her system and she was just tired, contemplating what she was living for. In a world where everyone's sanity goes to shit, there can't be any decent outcomes, can there? Though her mind was soon changed upon finding Glenn all beat and broken - there were good people in the world, but it was easy to lose sight of that.
Maggie considered Carl a good person, and often silently sympathised with him. He had been such a small kid at the start of the apocalypse, and now he was dealing with the wonders of puberty and teenage angst while trying not to get eaten, all the while people around you telling you you're too young to defend yourself. It was no wonder to her he was annoyed. And so Maggie had something of a soft spot towards the former sheriff's son, so when Rick sat her down inside the giant cage they were being held in and had very quietly told her that they had both gone through similar things, that Carl had the same thing happen to him. The first thing she did was silently thank the heavens that it hadn't gone any further than it did, only wishing it hadn't happened at all. Rick had told her he had took a chunk out of that guys neck, and although she was surprised at what he was capable of, she thought it was perfectly justified. He had also told her he didn't know how to approach Carl about it - maybe it didn't bother him as much as they'd thought, but Maggie knew she still had nightmares on the matter, and she was a grown woman. For Carl, she couldn't imagine how hard it must be on him.
So she had been asked to talk to the young boy about it. She wasn't so hot when it came to comforting people, but she knew that whenever something bad happened to her it was always a lot more reassuring when someone had been through the same, in a way. Of course, she had told Rick she'd do it, and he'd organised for him to be on watch just so they could get some sort of privacy on it. For once, she hadn't told Glenn about it, seeing as it wasn't something you really want to get out. Though it was never your fault, you always feel.. to blame, almost, and it made it hard to talk about in case of the judgemental stares. Glenn wouldn't do that, but.. It wasn't her business to tell.
After a while of everyone but the brunette boy's sleep, she had feigned waking up and stretched, eyes squinting in the direction of him. Rather than standing up, she shifted over to him on her rear and released a sigh, glad she wasn't able to see his face. He probably looked confused, and hell if she knew where to start.
"Did I ever tell ya what happened when me'n'Glenn were in Woodbury?" She began, slowly and quietly. If she delved right into it, the poor boy'd probably be terrified.
