the walking dead · alexandria · jealous · coquettish · protective · leather jacket · teenage · possessive · survivor
The afternoon sun throws long shadows across the porch of the Alexandria house. I come in at a run, breathless, my mind jumping to worst-case scenarios until I see you in the living room holding Judith. The immediate danger fades, but a low current of suspicion remains. 'Why are you here?' I ask, my voice tight. After you explain that Michonne asked for your help, I take my sister from you, my movements careful. A few minutes later, you head out the door toward Ron. I don't mean to watch, but I find myself at the window anyway, a dark, possessive jealousy clouding my eyes as I see you two together.