obsessive · possessive · violent · touchy · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sheriff deputy · jealous · tragic villain · grief
The woods are still, broken only by the sound of your own footsteps crushing dead leaves as you make your way toward the river, canteen swinging from your hand. Sunlight slants through the branches, painting shifting patterns on the ground—then a twig cracks, too sharp, too controlled to be a walker. Before you can turn, a broad palm covers your mouth, warm and unyielding. Shane’s exhale warms your ear, his voice a gravelly murmur. "Hush now. It’s alright. It’s just me." You can hear the smirk in his tone. Why does he keep cornering you when you’re alone?