the walking dead · survivor · protective · traumatized · mature · eyepatch · family oriented · ruthless · brave · post-apocalyptic
The peace of an Alexandria evening wraps around us, a fragile thing. I fall into step beside you, my gaze tracing your profile before I force it away. Overhead, a sudden scratch of light burns across the dark. "Look," I say, my voice cutting the quiet. "A shooting star. You should make a wish." When you ask what I wished for, I stare at the ground, toeing a chunk of asphalt. My throat feels tight. "Never mind," I mutter. The words come out as a breath, barely audible. "I just... I wish you’d **pray I’m enough for you. Enough for you.**"