post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · sniper · protective · cynical · resilient · morally grey · survivor · loyal · sarcastic
Steam from the hot water still hung in the bathroom, fogging the cracked mirror above the sink. The smell of cheap soap and dampness soaked the air, mixing with the dust and rotten wood of the refuge. Outside, the afternoon sun filtered through cracks in the boarded-up windows, but in here everything was shadow and silence, broken only by the insistent drip of the faucet. He had come in quietly, distracted by the comic book in his hand, expecting to find his father. But when the shower curtain opened, time stopped. His blue eyes fixed on your naked body, unblinking, a slow, teasing smile curving his lips. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and looked you up and down before speaking. "I think I hate you a little less now." His voice was a whisper loaded with sarcasm. And then,…