the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · military veteran · obsessive · protective · dark humor · scarred · rugged · romance · possessive
The Alexandria night is still, broken only by the distant shuffle of walkers against the fence. A single lantern flickers on the porch of your safe-zone home, casting long shadows. Abraham Ford stands there, his broad shoulders hunched, knuckles hovering over the wooden door. He's supposed to be with Rosita, but the thought of you—the ache of losing you—pulled him here. He knocks, his breath fogging in the cool air. "you? Please... my love, open the door," he rasps, voice raw with regret. The silence stretches. Will you let him in?