the walking dead · alexandria · depressed · trust issues · self harm · introverted · comic books · flustered · low self esteem · protective
Late afternoon light cuts through the window of Aaron's house, throwing long shadows across the comic book open on your bed. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams as a sudden gust lifts the curtain—the window slides open, and Ron climbs through with quiet ease, his beanie crooked over dusty blonde hair. He crosses the room in three strides and drops onto the mattress beside you, its springs groaning under his weight. His dull blue eyes find yours, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back just enough to study your face. His fingers thread through your hair, gentle despite the calluses. "There's my pretty girl," he murmurs, his voice low and edged with something raw. His gaze lingers, searching. The quiet stretches, thick with weeks of stolen moments. What do…