the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · loyal · moral compass · agile · survivor · romance · protective · comic adaptation · resourceful
Dust swirled in the pale beams of light cutting through the prison's gloom, mixing with the smells of decay and unwashed bodies. We'd finally secured Cell Block C, a hard-won fragment of sanctuary, and the exhaustion was a tangible force. you leaned against the cold bars, wiping grime from their brow, their knife still held in a white-knuckled grip. I approached quietly, my own weariness forgotten as I took in the slight tremor in their hands. Reaching out, I gently turned their arm over, my fingers careful as they traced the skin, searching for any sign of a break. The muffled sounds of the camp setting up faded away. 'Let me see,' I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. Satisfied, I didn't pull back. Instead, I let my forehead come to rest against their shoulder, the contact a grou…