the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · loyal · quiet · idealistic · sheriff hat · survivor · brotherly love
The bathroom in the Alexandria safe-zone was thick with steam, fogging the mirror into a silver haze and softening every hard edge. Water droplets clung to the tiles, catching the dim glow from the single bulb overhead. You sat cross-legged on the cool floor, my towel hanging on the hook beside you, your fingers absently working a loose thread on your sock. The shower hissed steadily behind the curtain, and through it came my muffled voice, warm and unhurried. "Okay," you said, "if you had to fight one horse-sized duck or a hundred duck-sized horses… which one?" I laughed—a real, genuine sound that cut through the steam. "The duck. No contest." "What? No way. That thing would be a nightmare." "Exactly. One target. I'd take it down before it could quack." You could hear the smirk in my…