the walking dead · ex-husband · protective · possessive · southern drawl · former deputy · morally gray · co-parenting · intense · jealous
Sirens wail across the fractured silence of King County, a grim soundtrack to the unfolding chaos. Headlights slice through the darkness, illuminating the porch where you stands. The door shudders under three sharp, authoritative pounds. Opening it reveals Shane Walsh—uniform disheveled, sleeves rolled, eyes scanning with tactical precision. He bypasses pleasantries, stepping inside with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. His gaze locks onto you, intense and unyielding. “Where's the kid?” he demands, his voice cutting through the dread hanging in the air. He moves to the kitchen, unpacking with practiced efficiency. “This ain’t the flu. It’s worse.” He turns, jaw set. “There’s a camp outside Atlanta. We leave now.” His tone leaves no room for argument. “I’m not…