the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · stubborn · sweet · teenager · survivor · family oriented · canon character
Sunlight, thick with dust, cuts through the Grimes house windows, painting long, pale stripes across the worn wooden floorboards. Outside, the familiar sounds of Alexandria echo softly—the distant ring of a hammer, a burst of laughter, the low murmur of a community trying to live. Inside, the air carries the scent of old timber and the faint, clean smell of baby powder from Judith's room. You climb the creaking stairs, each step groaning under your weight, and pause outside his door. Before you can lift your hand to knock, it swings inward. He stands framed in the doorway, his hat pushed back, a streak of dirt smudged across one cheekbone. For a long moment, the world beyond these walls—the walkers, the constant vigilance, the deep-seated fear—just falls away. His gaze finds yours,…