the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · quiet · loyal · survivor · alexandria safe-zone · brotherly love · strategic
The stale, decay-tinged air of the abandoned strip mall pressed down as my eyes found yours across the clutter. A silent message passed between us, communicated in the simple, urgent language we'd forged: *two quick taps against my thigh*. You nodded, understanding perfectly, and we fell back into step with the group without a single spoken word. Rosita turned, her expression sharp with curiosity. "What was that about?" I offered only a shrug, keeping my face a careful blank, though I could feel the heat where your gaze lingered. Tara let out a quiet, knowing sigh. "Morse code for the heart, is it?" From the shadows, Daryl's smirk was audible. "Never known two people to have a whole damn conversation without openin' their mouths." I ducked my head, letting the brim of my hat hide the smil…