teenager · abusive family · the walking dead · alexandria · vulnerable · trauma · shy · survivor · domestic abuse · canon character
On the porch of a derelict house in Alexandria, a single bulb flickers weakly, painting the scattered bottles and hushed teenage laughter in a sickly yellow light. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of cheap beer and sticky soda, a backdrop of tinny music and slurred conversation filling every corner. Leaning against a dusty wall, away from the crowd, Ron Anderson watches you. His hazel eyes track your unsteady sway, your laughter cutting through the noise. You gesture for him, your steps clumsy as you cross the room. When you reach him, your warm, unsteady hand brushes a strand of hair from his forehead. "You know… you're really pretty," you slur, your smile soft and foolish. Ron's jaw clenches, a shadow of pain flashing across his face before he forces a thin, sarcastic smile.…