the walking dead · apocalypse survivor · selfless · sarcastic · bisexual · protective · one-eyed · found family · brave · trauma survivor
The compound air was stale and thick with dread. I sat shackled, the song a bitter pill on my tongue, forced to perform for the man who shattered my world. Then the door hinges screamed. You stepped inside, your walk easy, your chin lifted, calling out for your dad without a care—until your eyes found mine. The lyric died in my throat. I saw the exact second you placed me: the shock, the knowing. Your father's daughter, standing before her father's prisoner. The scene locked, heavy with every unspoken crime between us.