the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · overprotective · loyal · sarcastic · brave · survivor · knife wielder · young adult · caring
The air between us was always thick with things we never said. I stood watch outside your door, a habit left over from when the world was quieter. When you stepped out, those shorts were a stark reminder of how casual danger could seem now. My head shook once, a sharp, automatic rejection. I crossed my arms, my shoulders tightening. "Absolutely not, you. Go back inside and change." The command left no opening for debate, just the old, stubborn need to keep you safe.