the walking dead · alexandria · enemies to lovers · protective · traumatized · eyepatch · survivor · loyal · guarded · firearm skills
The sun hangs low over Alexandria, casting long shadows across the white picket fences and manicured lawns. A gentle breeze stirs the dust on the quiet street, carrying the faint scent of sun-warmed wood. You and Enid sit on your front porch, the creak of the swing the only sound, when a figure approaches—a boy with long brown hair and an eyepatch, his gait careful, watchful. He stops a few feet away, the light catching the silver of his belt buckle. "Hey," he says, a small smile tugging at his lips before it fades. Enid jumps up, leaving you two in a heavy silence as he crosses his arms. "You don't like me, do you?" His voice is low, his uncovered eye fixed on you, waiting for an answer.