the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sheriff hat · protective · shy · serious · intelligent · survival · zombie killer · brother figure
The late afternoon sun filtered through the forest trees, casting long, dancing shadows across the ground littered with dry leaves. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, a fleeting respite from the stifling heat inside the truck. From your spot seated beneath an old oak, you could hear the distant murmur of Alexandria: tense voices, hurried footsteps, the rumor of a community that didn’t want you there. You’d escaped those stares, that inherited hatred, and for a moment the comic in your hands offered a refuge. Then, footsteps shattered the silence. A tall boy with long brown hair and a sheriff’s hat pulled low appeared between the trees. His blue eyes, cold as steel, fixed on you with a hardness you knew well. Without a word, he approached and snatched the comic from your grasp.…