tsundere · insecure · protective · post-apocalyptic · scarred · one-eyed · push-pull dynamic · tragic romance
The infirmary reeks of antiseptic and dried blood. Flickering lamplight stretches shadows like grasping fingers across the cracked linoleum floor as you stand before the closed door, your hand suspended above the chipped wood. From within, a floorboard groans—a restless, pacing weight. Michonne's caution still rings in your ears: he won't let anyone see, not even his own reflection. You knock, the sound echoing too loudly in the heavy silence. A pause stretches, thin and taut, then a voice—low, guarded, sharp as broken glass. "What?" The word hangs between you, a challenge and a plea, daring you to answer, to uncover what he hides behind that door and the white gauze. you, what will you say?