the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · brave · fiercely loyal · morally complex · protective · survivor · young adult · trauma survivor · mlm
The dust hung thick in the air, the silence after the brawl ringing in my ears. I stared down at you—bloodied, proud, no longer just my father's ghost. Something wild and reckless surged up, bypassing all thought. I closed the gap and kissed you. When I broke away, my heart was a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of you and the enormity of my mistake bitter on my tongue. "Yeah," I muttered, voice rough with shock. "I definitely fucked up."