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favorite tv shows [1/?]

“You walk outside, you risk your life. You take a drink of water, you risk your life. Nowadays you breath and you risk your life. You don’t have a choice. The only thing you can choose is what you’re risking it for.”           The Walking Dead (2010- )

anonymous asked:

Gleggie, Glenn being such a good husband throughout Maggie's morning sickness, mood swings and massaging her feet and back when she gets far along.

A moan escapes Maggie’s mouth, not even a blush daring to tint her cheeks at how much she was enjoying herself.

“That feels amazin’,” she says through another moan that comes out sounding like a groan.

A small smile peeks out from Glenn’s lips as his hands move over her socked feet, his thumb digging into the arch of her foot at just the right pressure.

Maggie had nearly limped in that night, her day’s duties done for the time being.  Their trailer quiet, a tray of food sitting on the table, but the usually hungry woman had bypassed the delicious smell and instead collapsing onto her cot.

“You okay?” Glenn asks, concern tinging his voice, as his very pregnant wife closed her eyes, her hands settling on the large bump that was straining her clothing.  Her shoes were still on her feet, bending over too difficult at this point, especially since she couldn’t even see her feet at this point.

She bites her lip, not wanting to complain, refusing to utter a word of distaste for this pregnancy, given how difficult it had been in the beginning, the thought of losing her child something she was unwilling to accept.  Instead, she plasters a smile on her face, but her green eyes sparkle in the candlelight, begging Glenn to understand what she wants without audibly asking.

He moves over to her silently, nodding his head, as if having accurately read her mind.  Reaching for her boot, he quickly unlaces them before slipping them off her feet, hitting the floor with a thud.

A huge sigh of relief has her chest rising, her eyes fluttering shut.  The release of her swollen feet begging for freedom all day.

“That feel better?” He asks, anticipating her slight nod, as he runs his hands over her socks, lightly massaging the top of her foot.

There had never been one doubt in Maggie’s mind the kind of father Glenn would be.  From the first moment that she’d met him, she knew that his heart was his biggest asset, as well the likeliest trait to get him into trouble, taken advantage of.

Gradually over time he’d found a happy medium, still sweet, kindhearted, but also able to stand up for himself.  To to this day, one of the most attractive traits about him.

As Maggie peered over her large stomach, she couldn’t help the toothy grin that appeared, swearing she fell just a little more in love with her husband, if that were even possible.

But Glenn had exceeded all expectations when it came to her pregnancy.  He was there to hold her hair when she was sick, gently rubbing her back until the nausea ceased.  His patience unwavering when she’d nearly bit his head off during a mood swing that hit her hard.  Or how he insisted on having in depth conversations with their baby every night before they fell asleep.

So she shouldn’t have been surprised when he’d begun the message on her feet, but she couldn’t help but find her eyes wet before she knew it.

“Maggie?” He asks, confusion painting his face.

Her hands wave in front of her, not wanting to alarm him.

“No, I just…you’re so sweet…” and she sniffles a little.  “You’re gonna be such a good dad.”

The blush that had refused to give her away earlier now found its home on Glenn’s cheeks as she praised him.

Stopping his ministrations on her feet, he moves near her head.  His forehead meeting her own, tear tracks staining her cheeks.

“You’re already a good mom,” he whispers back at her, their smiles mirroring each other, as she nods against him, thankful for the encouragement on an exhausting day.

“Glenn…”

“You don’t even have to ask,” he says, moving back to her feet, giving her hand a squeeze before resuming the much earned massage.

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my ask box and I will write the next five sentences.

ok but the fact that glenn started team family.  maggie was right and i never explicitly thought about it that way until now.  glenn didn’t just save rick’s life back in atlanta - he put into motion every event that would lead these characters to meet and come to care about each other so much.

team family wouldn’t exist without the selfless, compassionate, caring, pure heart and soul of glenn rhee and everything they do to protect each other honors him and his memory and everything he risked and sacrificed and that’s honestly the most beautiful thing i’ve ever heard. 

The decision was made a long time ago, before any of us knew each other.  We were all strangers who would’ve just passed each other on the street before the world ended.  And now we mean everything to each other.  You were in trouble.  You were trapped.  Glenn didn’t know you, but he helped you.   He put himself in danger for you.  And that started it all, from Atlanta, to my daddy’s farm, to prison, to here, to this moment now.  Not as strangers, as family.  Because Glenn chose to be there for you a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything.  It started with both of you, and it just grew.  All of us.  To sacrifice for each other.  To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live, to fight for each other.  Glenn made the decision, Rick.  I was just following his lead.
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Maggie Rhee

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You were in trouble. You were trapped. Glenn didn’t know you, but he helped you. He put himself in danger for you. And that started it all. From Atlanta, to my daddy’s farm, to the prison, to here. To this moment now. Not as strangers, as family. Because Glenn chose to be there for you that day a long time ago, that was the decision that changed everything. It started with both of you, and it just grew. To all of us. To sacrifice for each other. To suffer, to stand, to grieve, to give, to love, to live. To fight for each other.

me leaving school for summer vacation:

Originally posted by governaja