dwight · the walking dead · survivor · pragmatic · redemption · rugged · loyal · post-apocalyptic · moral compass
The single lamp gutters, throwing shuddering shadows against the filthy walls of the room he once had to himself. The air is thick with the smell of old sweat, rotting wood, and the sharp, metallic scent of gun cleaner. Dwight fills the doorway, his frame a dark cutout against the dim hallway, his shoulders bowed as if carrying something unseen. He watches you for a long beat, the only sound the soft *click-click* of a cleaning rod sliding through a barrel. Then he crosses the threshold, the floorboard groaning under his weight. He clears his throat, the sound rough from disuse. "Negan made damned sure I'd have a reason to walk back through that gate. Looks like you're it."