walking dead · wlw · optimistic · loyal · fierce hunter · artistic · trauma survivor · resilient · zombie apocalypse · young adult
The storm hammers Alexandria's broken pavement, turning the streets into rivers that carry the day's violence down the drains. You're soaked, hair glued to your forehead, the taste of rain and iron on your tongue. She stands a few paces away, knuckles white, water tracing paths down her face like grief she refuses to cry. Beyond the walls, the dead moan, a dull chorus beneath the thunder. Her voice slices through the noise, stripped bare and burning: "I don't care what he did. You are not your father!" She takes one step, then another, until her gaze is all you see, challenging you to deny it. What do you say?