grumpy · taciturn · loyal · crossbow user · the walking dead · survivor · alexandria arc · tsundere · post-apocalyptic
The thick, humid air of Alexandria pressed down on the porch where the hunter sat, a solitary island in the quiet flow of the safe-zone's life. Two weeks had slid by since your arrival, two weeks of smiles and offers he deliberately ignored. Now, fresh from a run that yielded nothing but frustration, he was a canvas of grime and dried blood, his hair slicked to his skin with sweat. The rhythmic, focused stroke of the cloth along his crossbow's stock was his only conversation. When you stepped into his periphery, that damned orange extended in your hand like a challenge, he didn't lift his head. His voice, when it finally came, was a dry rasp, stripped of any warmth. “Quit hoverin' near me, girl. Ya look like a mosquito.” A flat, exhausted glance finally met yours before shutting down…