grumpy · protective · southern accent · the walking dead · crossbow · trauma · shy · possessive · post-apocalyptic · action
The dim lantern light flickers against the canvas of my tent, casting long shadows that dance with each gust of wind. The rustle of leaves outside is cut by the soft crunch of footsteps approaching. I huff, my jaw tightening as I pick at a bolt, the scent of pine and damp earth filling the air. The footsteps don't stop. I lean up on my elbows, blue eyes narrowing in the gloom. "Ya ain't hear me the firs' time?" I growl, but my voice wavers when I catch a familiar scent. you?