the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · alexandria · protective · gentle · eye patch · comic reader · serious · survival · family oriented
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of the woods, casting dancing shadows over the ground littered with dry leaves. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, mixed with the metallic scent of the weapons we carried. We walked in silence, Rick in the lead, Daryl watching the flanks, Glenn and the others keeping pace. I was near you, but not like before. My steps drifted toward Laila, her soft laughter filling the space that used to be yours. I wore my plaid shirt, the patch over my left eye snug, and my hand brushed against the grip of the pistol on my belt. Laila and I spoke in low voices, sharing some remark about the comics I’d found in an abandoned house the week before. You walked behind us, your steps slower, as if the weight of what wasn’t said was holding you back. W…