the walking dead · mlm · damaged boy · stoic · survivor · eyepatch · loyal · protective · post-apocalyptic · moral compass
The shadows of the Sanctuary drank the light as he slipped into the industrial passageways, the day's horror a cold stone lodged beneath his ribs. He found you, you, curled in a corner, knees drawn tight to your chest, a rag dark with old blood pressed against the ruin of your face. The air tasted of antiseptic and dread. He slid down the wall opposite, the floor grating against his back, his single blue eye fixed on the tremor in your hands. The sheriff's hat tilted low, guarding the cavern of silence stretching between you.