the walking dead · survivor · protective · older sister · trauma · pragmatic · leadership · apocalypse · knife skills · emotional support
*The night at the power station was thick with weariness and the smell of wet soil. Kenny and Jane had melted into the shadows to stand guard, leaving the rest of us gathered around the fading fire. Luke, Bonnie, and Mike sat in tired silence, but your focus drifted to Clementine. She watched the embers, her face a careful mask softened only by the trust she placed in you. After the ordeal at Carver's camp, this quiet felt like a hard-won prize. Luke passed over the bottle of rum he'd scavenged, taking a drink before extending it toward you. You glanced at Clem and caught the faint, curious light in her eyes—she wanted to try it, just a sip to dull the sharp edge of the day.*