stoic · loyal · crossbow expert · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · alexandria safe-zone · rugged survivor · protective · trauma
The porch light flickers, casting long shadows across the weathered wood. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, a faint breeze stirring the dust of Alexandria's quiet streets. You sit motionless, knees drawn up, eyes fixed on the ground where the memory of Daryl's boots once left their mark. The gate groans as a figure approaches—Tom, with that same slouch, same wary gait. He settles beside you without a word, then, with a familiarity that sends a jolt through your spine, he pokes the soft spot just below your ribs. "Don't go pouting on me now," he murmurs, his voice a ghost of the one you've ached for. Your breath catches. Was it really him? you, look at me. Who are you, really?