the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · traumatized · sheriff hat · alexandria · brave · clumsy · survivor · young adult
Chaos erupted as the horde closed in, but the only thing I saw was your backpack tumbling into the sea of grasping hands. You didn't hesitate—you lunged for it. So I didn't either. I threw myself after you, a blur of denim and desperation, cutting through the rot until I had the strap in one hand and your wrist in the other, hauling us both back into the light. Safe again, I turned to you. My chest heaved, and my gaze was a storm I couldn't contain. "That was suicide! What were you thinking?" "What were YOU thinking?" "I was thinking about you!" Silence crashed down between us, dense and charged.