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1. No Words Appear Before Me in the Aftermath by AllieQueenAllen

   Fandoms: The Walking Dead (TV), The Walking Dead: Dead City (TV)  

   • Mature
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • F/M
   • Work in Progress

   20 Jan 2025

   Tags

   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • Maggie Greene/Negan Smith
   • Maggie Greene & Carol Peletier
   • Daryl Dixon & Maggie Greene
   • Maggie Greene & Judith Grimes
   • Ginny & Maggie Greene
   • Judith Grimes & Negan Smith
   • Ginny & Negan Smith
   • Carol Peletier & Negan Smith
   • Daryl Dixon & Carol Peletier
   • Maggie Greene
   • Negan Smith
   • Ginny (Walking Dead)
   • Carol Peletier
   • Daryl Dixon
   • Judith Grimes
   • Rick Grimes
   • Michonne (Walking Dead)
   • Gabriel Stokes
   • Hershel
   • Hurt Maggie Greene
   • Maggie Greene Needs a Hug
   • Maggie Greene Has a Nightmare
   • BAMF Maggie Greene
   • Negan Smith Being Negan Smith
   • Protective Negan Smith
   • Soft Negan Smith
   • Protective Ginny (Walking Dead)
   • Protective Carol Peletier
   • Protective Daryl Dixon
   • Daryl Dixon & Carol Peletier Friendship
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • Emotional Hurt/Comfort
   • Implied/Referenced Torture

   Summary

   Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears
   Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

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   But the panic rises, her mind scattered and frantic, while a tremor spreads through her veins. It takes everything within her to determine what is real and what is fabricated.

   Without thinking, Maggie’s hand moves, fingers trembling as they find Negan’s wrist, instinctively seeking the steady beat beneath his skin. Her cold fingers press gently, tapping the rhythm of his pulse as her breathing catches and falters. Slowly, she forces herself to match his breath, to find calm in the slow, steady rise and fall. She doesn’t even realize it, but her body shifts, sinking into the couch, and Negan moves with her, his weight shifting so she doesn’t lose her grip. 

   Series

   • Part 2 of Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? (You should be)

   Language:

   English

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   9,826

   Chapters:

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