For Maggie, it was something long understood that “normal” was a relative term. She realized long ago that the idea of American domesticated normalcy was something very few people, if any, ever achieved. From a young age she had learned to make her own normalcy, to accept those things that she couldn’t change - in this case walkers - and just move around it, come to terms with it.
The brunette accepted that there may be walkers in the woods when she went out to pick berries with Rick and Carl. She accepted that there was a minor chance of real danger that came along with that. But she felt confident that the three of them were capable of defending themselves should the occasion arise, and didn’t think it would interfere too much with a nice afternoon spent picking berries.
So she went and got some empty bags and a trowel from the cell block and met the pair down at the gate. “You guys ready?” She handed them each a bag. “I’m excited, I haven’t gone berry picking since I was… well, your age, actually.” She gave Carl a lopsided smile.
This was usually where it went downhill. When their happiness was forced from their hands. It seemed they could never have something good, not without consequences anyway. Luck was never on their side these days. He stared ahead at the woods they would soon be adventuring into, it was always a risk, always a danger to be out there, but it was one they would have to take if they wanted to live a life with some kind of normality.
Rick informed his son on what him and Maggie had planned - he smiled slightly, which caused Rick to smile too. It was rare to see him smile so much, it had only been since they’d found the prison and made it their home. They both looked towards Maggie as she approached, both ready to walk outside of the gates and pick berries off of bushes. Strange, he would never have done such a thing back when things had been normal.
“Ready,” he confirmed, looking down to his son to make sure he was too. He stared towards the front gate, ready to head out into the open. He took one of the bags when she handed them out and kept it by his side - he was sure the whole bag would not be full after their run for berries. “Don’t think I ever went berry picking. Not that I know of.”
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