"Punchin' that asshole's probably good for you," he grunts. Gregory hasn't made any secret of the fact that he doesn't want any of their people here; he's barely tolerant of Maggie, and that alone would be enough to put him on Daryl's shit list. The fact that he's cowardly, barely competent, and way too in love with the idea of himself-- that's just crap icing on the garbage cake. He's not really worth hating, but it's impossible not to take some twisted comfort in the thought.
At least, he hopes it gave her a little stress relief. Baby steps, right?
Maggie laughs. It's a sound still choked by food and sadness, but it's there, something warmer than she might've expected, talking to Daryl. Crossing her dangling ankles, she gives him a nod. On the list of stupid decisions she's made in her life, punching Gregory is low on the list. It wasn't smart, but she doesn't regret it any more than she regrets stealing an apple out of his hands.
But getting into the details of the tractor is probably better than returning to her endless disagreements with Hilltop's leader, especially in public. "The Saviors sent us a present a while ago, bunch of bonfires and a car blasting music. I was supposed to stay off my feet, so..."
She gestures vaguely with the remains of her sandwich. "The thing about tractors--you back one over a car, the car doesn't usually win. And you can do the whole thing sitting down."
The way he sees it, she oughta get a pass on that. On most bad decisions, right now, as long as they don't put her in any danger. Gregory's a shit and even half the people here, he thinks, can tell.
He huffs, something like a laugh. Closer than he's come since-- shit, who even knows. It feels like forever.
"You do that a lot?"
Fuck, the idea of demolition-derby Maggie might be enough to make him smile.
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At least, he hopes it gave her a little stress relief. Baby steps, right?
"I wanna hear about the tractor."
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But getting into the details of the tractor is probably better than returning to her endless disagreements with Hilltop's leader, especially in public. "The Saviors sent us a present a while ago, bunch of bonfires and a car blasting music. I was supposed to stay off my feet, so..."
She gestures vaguely with the remains of her sandwich. "The thing about tractors--you back one over a car, the car doesn't usually win. And you can do the whole thing sitting down."
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He huffs, something like a laugh. Closer than he's come since-- shit, who even knows. It feels like forever.
"You do that a lot?"
Fuck, the idea of demolition-derby Maggie might be enough to make him smile.