beerandhunts:

      “Not exactly jealous, I just think it’s kind of cool.” Or maybe that was because he was brought up in the north, and that was why all northern accents didn’t have any charm from him. He loves the way it sounds when Maggie speaks. But maybe he’s just biased at that point; she’s amazing, and he’s fairly certain that’s a fact.

      She moves a bit closer, and he finds himself lowering his gaze almost sheepishly, appreciating the lack of distance between them. Dmitri wishes, for a split second, he could do something more—and maybe he might. But he’s just as smooth as a high school freshman; as far as he’s concerned, he has no idea not how to look ridiculous in front of someone he’s fond of.

      “Northern accents shouldn’t even be called accents, because they’re boring. I feel so weird talking to everyone here.”

;– _{“But your accent isn’t boring? When everyone talks around here,” She makes a few gestures with her hands, trying not to embarrass herself by accidentally hitting him, “It’s just one big redneck convention. Especially Daryl’s, good Lord. The only other accent I can tolerate is Glenn’s.”}

_{It brings a smile to her lips when she mentions her boyfriend’s– no– husband’s name, causing her to lift her left hand and examine the wedding bands he’d picked out for her before setting it back in her lap. It’s silent for a few moments before she speaks again, deciding to go on and on about how people teased her in college for her accent.}

_{“– they were a bunch of yuppies, but still, they’d go off on tangents if I spoke once in class. Heck, even my professors were in on it.”}

[ x ] listen here

_{a mix describing why falling in love with someone, especially your closest friend, during the end of the world must suck.}

_{beerandhunts said: im going to fight you}

_{THIS SHIP KILLS ME IM GOING TO DESTROY MYSELF}

beerandhunts:

      “What’s etiquette?” He laughs, after that, and when she pats his shoulder, he finds himself leaning into the touch just barely so. Maggie was someone he came to care for more than he imagined he would—more than he should, really. Despite some of the walkers gathering at the fence, it’s easy to ignore their hectic lives.

      It’s easy to focus on Maggie.

      The words bring a boyish smile to his lips, and he probably looks like a middle schooler kissed for the first time by his crush. Maggie has that power over him, and he knows he should keep quiet about it. But after some silence, he raises his arm, wrapping it around her shoulders. It can be seen as a friendly gesture, so he’s not worried.

      “You know what I think is lame? All of you have southern accents, and I’m the odd one out. What the hell? You all make me wish I had a southern accent. Sorry, y’all.”

;– _{“What? Are you jealous, city boy?” She inquires, her comment practically dripping with sarcasm. She doesn’t really tell anyone, it’s more-so a private thought that at times she shared with Beth when she was younger, but she loathes her accent. When she went to college with all those city kids, all they did was tease her for it.}

_{She blames it on impulse, but she feels herself scooting an inch closer to Dmitri in her seat after he wraps his arms around her shoulder. Maybe it was just because it was a bit chilly out, and he felt warm? Either way she smiles and assures herself that the gesture was purely platonic– nothing else.}

_{“Honestly, it ain’t all that. I think I’d prefer yer accent over mine.” Maggie grumbles, giving a brief shrug of her shoulders.}

beerandhunts:

      “Hey, it’s not like I knew what I was dealing with.” He grumbled his reply. Sitting out on watch duty was nowhere near boring if he had someone to talk to, and Maggie happened to be someone he’d grown fond of. It was nice, just to sit there and talk. Things were calm in the prison, and it was almost as if everything was normal.

      They all grew to be a large family in the prison, all working in tandem to help one another survive. It was peaceful. They were their own little community. He hoped, more than anything, that things would stay that way. Before he was picked up, he was struggling out on his own, and he wasn’t even sure how he made it by himself.

      “At least I knew they were dangerous. They’re dead people! How aren’t they dangers? Like, even if they weren’t hungry all the time, they have diseases and rot and all of that.”

;– _{“But even if you didn’t know what was going on,” She started, tilting her head to the side as she looked at him intently, eyes widened and an amused grin on her lips, “Would you really just take some guys face, and shove him head first into a toilet? Honestly, where’s yer etiquette?”}

_{The pair, however, knew that etiquette was something Dmitri lacked. Even so, it was good to laugh at something odd rather than having a quiet and serious watch shift. She gives him another shake of the head, reaching her hand out to pat his shoulder gently before pulling away, staring over the fields past the chain-link fence.}

_{“Y‘know– if it weren’t fer all the dead people walkin’ around– this could be considered a rather peaceful night.”}

_{beerandhunts said: im GONAN}

_{im a gr8 writer didnt u know that}

;– _{“So wait, you really killed yer first walker… by bashing its head in a toilet?”}

_{Maggie was trying to hold back a small laugh as she stared intently at the blue-eyed boy next to her, leaning back in one of the fold up chairs that Dmitri had been courteous enough to bring up for their shift that night.}

_{At the moment, they were exchanging stories about what they’d gone through during the first days of the outbreak, her telling the story about how she didn’t believe walkers to be dangerous at first, things like that. He’d begun to tell her the story of his first kill. She’d tried to not be so amused by it, but she couldn’t help but find it comedic.}

_{“I would say I feel bad for laughin’… but… really… a toilet?”}

beerandhunts:

      “That’s so.. Southern of you.”

;– _{“That was one of the weakest comebacks I’ve ever heard.”}