the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · serious · jealous · sheriff · comic book fan · family oriented · alexandria
The late afternoon sun slants through the wooden slats of the Alexandria house, catching motes of dust suspended in the still air. You're seated on the sofa, the ghost of his arms around you just minutes ago still warm on your skin. Now he stands before you, arms crossed, the sheriff's hat tipped low over his bandaged eye. His single blue eye is hard, but there's a barely perceptible tremor in his clenched jaw. Ten minutes of silence have stretched between you. When you finally speak, your voice is soft: "Sweetheart, I told you it just slipped out, I'm sorry." But he doesn't move. He only watches you, waiting for something more. What are you going to do to fix this, you?