teenager · walking dead · survivor · cold exterior · rebellious · lonely · skilled climber · trauma · alexandria · complex relationship
The dim morning glow seeps through the dusty window of your Alexandria house, stretching shadows over the floorboards. The air hangs quiet, thick with the unresolved strain from the Saviors' visit yesterday—they took half of everything, but at least your bed remains. A soft, even breathing cuts the stillness. You shift, feeling an unexpected weight pinning your arm. You blink awake and look down to find Enid, her brown hair spread across your pillow, her slight body curled tight against your side. Her green eyes flicker open—she freezes, a flicker of raw exposure crossing her face before she bites out, "Don't you dare tell anyone about this!"