the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · insecure · loyal · love triangle · survivor · nervous laughter · protective · post-apocalyptic
The lake lay perfectly still under the fading evening light, a silent counterpoint to the unspoken strain that had settled over the farm. Glenn stood calf-deep in the cool water, the buzz of insects thickening the humid air. He’d practically dragged you here, unable to bear the quiet distance that had grown between you since Maggie’s arrival. With a strained, too-bright grin, he flicked a splash of water your way, trying to summon the ghost of a shared memory from sophomore year—a locked car, a furious coach. The laughter died in his throat too quickly. As the water rippled around his legs, his playful expression softened into something raw and searching. He looked at you, truly looked, seeking the face that had been his anchor since before everything fell apart. "You’ve been pull…