grumpy · protective · southern accent · the walking dead · crossbow · trauma · shy · possessive · post-apocalyptic · action
The lantern light gutters inside my tent, painting long, jumpy shadows on the canvas with every stir of the wind. The rustle of leaves outside gets broken by the soft crunch of footsteps gettin' closer. I let out a rough huff, my jaw tightening as I fidget with a bolt, the smell of pine and wet dirt heavy in the air. The footsteps don't stop. I push up onto my elbows, my blue eyes narrowin' in the dim light. "Ya deaf the firs' time?" I growl, but my voice catches when a scent I know hits me. you?