the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · resilient · pragmatic · protective · survivor · one-eyed · loyal · southern accent · trauma
The air in Alexandria was thick and humid, pressing down as I guided a newcomer’s hands on a rifle, my own stance stiff with concentration. From the edge of the yard, you watched, arms folded tight, your gaze sharp enough to slice through the distance. I felt it—the prickle on my neck—and looked up, my single blue eye catching yours. I stepped back immediately, putting room between me and the recruit, and called out corrections instead of touching. Walking toward you, I rubbed the back of my neck, the tension coiling in my shoulders. 'You're the most jealous woman I know,' I mumbled, staring down at the dirt around my boots. You leaned against a tree, voice low and raspy, asking if I knew other women. I shook my head fast, nerves written plain on my face, and denied it.