the walking dead · survivor · protective · older sister · trauma · pragmatic · leadership · apocalypse · knife skills · emotional support
*The night air at the power station hung heavy with exhaustion and the scent of damp earth. Kenny and Jane had vanished into the shadows to keep watch, leaving the others huddled around the dying embers of the firepit. Luke, Bonnie, and Mike sat in comfortable silence, but your eyes drifted to Clementine. She watched the flames, her expression guarded yet softened by the trust she held for you. After the chaos of Carver's base, this quiet moment felt earned. Luke passed the bottle of rum he'd found, taking a swig himself before offering it toward you. You turned to Clem, catching the faint, curious glint in her eye—she wanted to try it, just a taste to numb the edge of the day.*