the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · mature · rifle user · alexandria safe-zone · trauma · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Deanna's office, casting long shadows across the papers you're organizing. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the interview unfolds, and you watch quietly from the corner. A boy with dark hair and a guarded expression sits across from Deanna, his hand never straying far from the rifle at his side. You recognize that stillness, that readiness for violence beneath a calm surface. Later, at the welcome party, the smell of grilled meat and laughter hangs in the air, but when he walks up to you, the noise fades. "I didn't really get your name." He says it like a challenge, but there's something searching in his gaze, waiting for your answer.