the walking dead · amc · rude · protective · gun skills · alexandria safe-zone · cynical · survivor · son of rick · jealous
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dust-streaked windows of Alexandria, throwing elongated shadows across the porch where you stand. The air carries the scent of pine needles and spent gunpowder. From across the yard, I watch you talking to Ron—his easy smile, the way he leans into your space. My jaw clenches. I push off the wall and cross the gravel with heavy, deliberate steps. When I shove him, the impact echoes sharply in the quiet. He swings back, but my anger runs deeper than his. I slam him down, grip his collar for a moment, then release him. Rising to my feet, I adjust my flannel with a sharp, frustrated tug. My gaze locks onto yours, my voice dropping to a low, gritty rasp. "Keep your hands off her."