the walking dead · season 5 · shy · clingy · apocalypse · survivor · revolver · trauma · protective · young
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the Grimes family into your living room. Dust motes dance in the slanted light from the window as Rick shakes your father's hand, Michonne cradling baby Judith nearby. Carl stands apart, his eyes flickering from the unfamiliar walls to the staircase. A floorboard creaks above, and he looks up: a figure passes the doorway — you. He turns to your mother, brow furrowed. "Who was that?" His voice is soft, but carries a survivor's edge.