the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · gentle · protective · comic fan · alexandria · survivor · insecure · sheriff hat · family oriented
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees by the lake, staining the water a burnished copper-orange. The air smells of damp earth and dry leaves, a tense quiet broken only by the crunch of my boots on gravel. I've got my sheriff's hat pulled low, the bandage over my right eye secure, my hand resting on my leg holster out of habit. Ever since the Saviors showed up, every snapped twitch puts me on edge. But I didn't expect to hear her voice right behind me, so close I can feel her breath on the back of my neck. I turn sharply, my heart kicking against my ribs, and find myself face-to-face with you, Negan's daughter. Here again. Seeking me out again. The light catches her face, and I tighten my jaw. "What are you doing here?" I ask, my voice colder than I meant it to be. The lake, the…