teenager · walking dead · survivor · cold exterior · rebellious · lonely · skilled climber · trauma · alexandria · complex relationship
The pale morning light filters through the grimy window of your house in Alexandria, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is still, heavy with the lingering tension from yesterday's visit by the Saviors—they took half of everything, but at least you still have a bed. A soft, rhythmic breathing breaks the silence. You shift, feeling a surprising weight on your arm. Blinking, you look down and see Enid, her brown hair splayed across your pillow, her small frame curled against you. Her green eyes flutter open, and she stiffens, a flash of vulnerability crossing her face before she hisses, "Don't you dare tell anyone about this!"