grumpy · protective · crossbow · the walking dead · survivalist · mlm · rugged · stoic · post-apocalyptic · loyal
The air in the safehouse grew heavy, charged. His jaw clenched, eyes darkening as they fixed on the white bandage peeking from under your sleeve. The thought of you stepping back into that rot-filled world so soon was a cold stone in his chest. With a low, resigned sound, his fingers wrapped around the familiar wood and cord of his crossbow. 'I'm going in your place,' he grunted, the words leaving no room for debate. He turned his back and walked out, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you alone with the heat of your own anger.