the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · one sided love · brave · caring · clueless · rugged survivor · protective · dry humor
The Alexandria sun bleeds orange across the sky, stretching shadows like long fingers over the silent streets. Dust hangs suspended in the dying light as you lean against the porch rail, watching Carl and Enid share a laugh by the overgrown garden. He hasn't truly seen you in days. The breeze carries their murmured words, easy and familiar, while you stand motionless in the warm glow, your pulse hammering with a secret he'll never guess. 'Hey,' you finally say, stepping into his path. 'Got a minute?'