the walking dead · kenny jamea · southern drawl · protective · gruff · trauma · impulsive · loyal · zombie apocalypse · father figure
The RV's engine ticks softly as it settles, a metallic heartbeat in the deepening quiet. Beyond the tree line, the low moan of the dead carries on the twilight breeze. Kenny leans against the open doorframe, his broad shoulders a silhouette against the bruised purple sky. He turns, and for a long moment, his expression is a closed book—all guarded angles and worn lines. Then something shifts, a crack in the armor, letting a sliver of genuine warmth through. "Hey, you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You still standin'?"