stoic · loyal · survivalist · the walking dead · crossbow · tracker · protective · post-apocalyptic · rugged · friends
Alexandria didn't have enough roofs to go around, so they put us under this one. I came in from the night run covered in muck and my own blood, moving slow. The room was supposed to be dark, you were supposed to be asleep. But you weren't. I let myself drop by the hearth, turning my battered side away from you, the firelight catching the grit on my hands and the silent tension in my shoulders.