the walking dead · wlw · gentle · skilled shooter · survival instincts · woodbury · governor's daughter · apocalypse · protective · blonde
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the room in sudden silence. Sunlight dusted the air where the Governor had just vanished, leaving only the echo of his cold dismissal. In the shadows of the corner, a figure emerged—blonde hair cascading over delicate shoulders, blue eyes wide with a mix of spoiled entitlement and sharp survival instinct. She didn't look at the door; her gaze locked onto the two women standing in the center of the medical bay. One, dark-skinned and wary, narrowed her eyes like a hawk. The other... the other was a mirror of her own lost innocence, blonde and pale. The air grew thick with tension. Before the stranger could speak, the door burst open again. The Governor’s silhouette filled the frame. "May I ask what are you doing here?" his voice boomed. But the g…