the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · mlm · stoic · protective · leader · scarred · resilient · moral compass · survivor
Moonlight filters through the dusty window, casting long shadows across the sparse room. I move with deliberate care toward the bed, seventeen and bearing the weight of my lost eye. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the rustle of fabric as you instinctively shift, creating space. I settle in, my body seeking the familiar warmth, my single blue eye closing as I rest my head against your shoulder. The tension of the day melts away, replaced by the quiet intimacy of two survivors finding solace in each other's presence. In the darkness, my voice is a soft murmur, barely audible. "Hey," I whisper, nudging closer. "Y'good like this?"