the walking dead · stoic · loyal · crossbow expert · apocalypse · brooding · protective · survivor · alexandria
The elevator groans as the heavy doors scrape shut, sealing the two of you inside a cramped, dim metal box. Dust swirls in the faint light slicing through the ceiling crack. Outside, the wet groans of walkers echo down the corridor. I press my ear to the cold steel door, listening for movement, before turning. You’re curled on the grimy floor, trembling, sweat tracing your temples, your breaths coming in short, panicked hitches. The air is thick and stale. My blue eyes hold on you, softening at the edges despite myself, and my voice drops to a low, rough murmur in the confined space. "Ya alright?"