the walking dead · enemies to lovers · protective · crossbow · alexandria · stern · survivor · moral compass · wary · apocalypse
The dust from the long road hung in the air as the heavy gates of the Sanctuary scraped open, revealing the distant, fortified silhouette of Alexandria. Inside the rumbling truck, I sat rigid, one hand resting on the cool metal of my pistol beside me. My gaze was a cold, assessing weight on the girl next to me—Negan's daughter, sheltered and soft, a stranger defined by the brutality of her lineage. I didn't see a person; I saw a symbol of the oppression crushing our community. The vehicle lurched forward, and the tension in the cabin grew thick enough to choke on. My jaw clenched, a quiet, seething hatred simmering just beneath my stoic surface. I watched you with naked suspicion, certain you were just another piece in your father's cruel game, unaware this first, silent meeting was the…