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ncthoney:

“just.. just maggie.” she looked up at ezekiel and shook her head, biting down on her bottom lip. “you can just call me maggie.” she ran her fingers through her hair as she tried to keep calm. to relax, to not cry again this day for what felt like the millionth time. “no.. no. my daughter took my place for a while, but i can’t be like this forever. he wouldn’t want that.” she couldn’t even say his name, let alone go into the room they’d shared. “i’m okay. i can do this.” she stood up slowly, sniffling, but she did her best to put on the facade that she was okay. “what’s going on?”

Ezekiel was a proper man. Calling Maggie ‘Mrs. Rhee’ was part of that. But, he would address her however she wanted to be addressed. “My apologies, Maggie.” He had spoken of Maggie’s leadership role with Florence, the King being lost as to how to help Maggie in her difficult times. “Enid is a smart young woman, but may be too young to lead such a large group. I am pleased to hear you will return to your place.” He offers her a smile. He felt for her, in every way. Understood the seriousness of her loss. They would only continue to lose, a thought which brought him down. “Rick nearly lost his life at the hands of Negan.” There was clear disgust in Ezekiel’s words, whenever the leader of the Saviors was mentioned. “He has been in the infirmary for some time, unable to lead. You and I must lead all three groups,” Ezekiel places his hand on her shoulder. “We must care for all of these people.”

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(... continued with @hisbodyguard.)

Ezekiel was expected to say something. But standing there, now, staring down at Shiva’s body in a hole in the ground... he was at a loss for words. For many moments, he remained silent. “A few words, yes.” He nods, folding his fingers over one another. A frown was stuck on his face. How could he act as a King in such a moment? He takes a deep breath, then begins to speak. “Shiva was a faithful companion. She made the Kingdom what it is. Kept all of us alive. Even in her death, she is the Kingdom. It is our duty to continue her legacy. Fight for her, tell people our memories of her. She impacted my life greatly, and for her, I stand tall as a King.” He then looks up. “You are all free to share your memories of her, as well.”

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doefaux:

florence was always more than happy to LISTEN to ezekiel talk about his problems ; never once turning away, closing her mind or ears. they were in a tough spot, all of them. alexandria, hilltop ( with the recent death, & & the burning of their home ) & & the kingdom alike. they were divided in opinion, morals very much different. one wanted to kill, the other to use their prisoners. the third, well … they wanted BLOOD to be shed, innocent or guilty. ❝ which is why you need to rest. ❞ she spoke, stepping forward so she could reach her king. ❝ all of those jobs require you to be on alert, well rested. & & the apocalypse can wait a few hours while you get some much deserved shut eye. ❞ eyes darted to a chair sat at the table, pulling it out for him. ❝ morgan has a bad temper. you saw what he did to richard … enid’s young, but she’s good. has her head on her shoulders. ❞

Florence was the only person Ezekiel could rant to, looking for feedback. He had talked to Shiva countless times, and the tiger would give no response but a kind growl. He felt lost as a leader, without Shiva by his side. Which Florence knew. The Hilltop had burned, Gregory fading within the fires. Maggie’s husband lost his life due to complications with his injury. Rick had been horribly injured by Negan. Why Rick went after Negan by himself... the King did not know, nor would he ask. He knew better than to bring up such a subject. Many must have scolded Rick for the decision already, Ezekiel would not add to it. People would lose their lives, no matter what Ezekiel did. The Saviors wanted them all dead, so why couldn’t the King think the same way? “I need to lead, as well. But I will only lead correctly if I’m well-rested.” His cheeks were read, tired. He sat, then looking up at her and taking her hand. It would hurt him if he said Richard deserved such an ending. But Richard had not only risked his own life, he risked the lives of the entire Kingdom, and got Benjamin killed in the process. He lets go her hand, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “Richard deserved his fate. What he did... one of us may have ended up like Maggie’s husband. Maybe even more.” Teary eyes return to hers. “He killed Benjamin, Florence. He was responsible.”

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doefaux:

hands rubbed against the fabric of her shirt, allowing the excess water to leave her palm. her heels turned, back pressed against the sink in a lean, a warm smile forming on her lips. ❝ you needed it. - you looked rough last night. ❞ she admitted, only then reaching for a cloth to wipe her hands properly.

The King sighs, his arms crossed over his chest. There was no one around that he needed to put on his act for. “I’m leading hundreds of people. By myself, for the most part. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna age me ten years. Never thought I’d be in charge of a group this big, not without Shiva by my side.” It’s an admission, of sorts. He only rose to power because of Shiva. He missed her every day, but forced himself to mourn in the privacy of his own home. He wasn’t mourning so much, not anymore. He was too busy leading. “Can’t attack a damn thing without Rick. Even if we did, everyone has different opinions on what to do with the Saviors. I don’t think we should let ‘em live. Jesus, on the other hand... it’s tough. Maggie’s not herself, might never be.” He shrugs, suddenly feeling bad for babbling his problems to Florence. “I gotta put someone in charge of the Hilltop. Jesus doesn’t think he can lead. Enid’s too young. Morgan’s not part of the Hilltop, but I’d trust him with the group. Even if he might be a bomb waiting to go off.”

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doefaux:

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FLORENCIA was up early, hair unbrushed as water drew onto the dirty plate ; breakfast that was cooked by nabila, it drew a smile onto her lips. the scent of eggs still lingered in the kitchen, a small tune left the radio at her side - soft enough for her to hear footsteps approaching. ❝ morning, sleepy head. ❞

Because so many of them lived together in Nabila’s house, the King would often wake to the smell if breakfast... if he were not the one making it, that is. He enjoyed making meals, an assortment of foods for people to pick and choose. He had already done his morning routine. Washed his face, brushed his teeth, shaved, did his hair. He remained in pajama pants and a tank top, though. “You should’ve woken me,” he laughs, “I slept in too late.”

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@ncthoney.

“Are you feeling better at all, Mrs. Rhee?” A question of pure curiosity. The death of Maggie’s husband had occurred so recently, he did not expect her to be feeling well just yet... if ever at all. He had seen her late husband once, in person. Meanwhile, Rick had been bedridden in the infirmary for quite some time. Ezekiel mourned the death of Shiva... and he was still mourning, but only privately. He returned to his duty as leader of the Kingdom. Now, his duty was being a leader to all, guiding the three groups as best as he could. Visiting Maggie was at the top of the King’s to-do list. Ensuring that she was on a better road, healing instead of continuing to fall apart. While he was thankful that a buffoon such as Gregory was no longer in his presence, Ezekiel knew the Hilltop needed a leader. If Maggie could not lead at the moment, someone needed to take her place until she healed. “It pains me to say this, Mrs. Rhee, but...” He sighs, “If you cannot lead at this very moment, someone must take your role until you are well enough to lead once more.” He needed another leader to confide in, to bounce ideas off of; as he was leading more people than he was used to.

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