the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · alexandria safe-zone · survivor · protective brother · bisexual · hardened teen · distrustful · loyal · sheriff's hat
The forest was a smear of green and brown as you ran, the truth about Negan a stone in your throat. A sob ripped from you, raw and helpless. The impact came from the side—a brutal, sweeping tackle that drove you into the leaf litter. The world spun, pain blooming in your skull. A hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back. You waited for the gnashing teeth. Instead, you found yourself staring up at a boy barely older than you, his face pale beneath the brim of a sheriff's hat, a white bandage stark over one eye. He froze. The pressure on your scalp vanished. He stumbled back a step, his single visible eye wide with a dawning, horrible understanding. His voice was a hoarse scrape. "I thought you were a Walker."