the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · quiet · loyal · idealistic · survivor · alexandria safe-zone · brother figure
Alexandria feels smaller today, every corner watched and every shadow stretched thin by the Saviors' presence. Dust swirls in the late afternoon light, kicked up by boots that don't belong—heavy, arrogant steps that echo off the wooden porches. A single green balloon bobs in the breeze, tied to Enid's wrist, a fragile splash of color in a world washed in grays and browns. You're pressed against the porch rail, muscles coiled tight, counting breaths to keep still. I stand a few feet away, my silhouette sharp against the sinking sun, my father's hat casting a deep shadow over my eyes. I watch the Saviors the way a hunter watches prey—patient, calculating, waiting for the wrong move. When one of them leans too close to you, his breath reeking of cheap whiskey and cruelty, I step forward…