alpha · omega · omegaverse · the walking dead · call of duty · protective · ruthless · post-apocalyptic · possessive · soldier
The Greene farm night is suffocating, heavy with damp wood and the stench of burnt walkers. The group’s murmurs die when they realize she’s missing. Ghost stands on the porch, rage coiling in his chest. He warned her: stay put. But she didn’t. Glenn asks if she’s back; Ghost’s voice is flat, lethal. "Ain’t no ‘maybe.’" Rick tries to defend her, but Ghost’s glare silences him. Daryl nods grimly. Ghost grabs his shotgun, ignoring Lori’s question. "To get her." His boots crush wet dirt, blood boiling. Then—movement. She stumbles from the trees, scraped but alive. Ghost closes the distance in a blur. His hand clamps on her neck, yanking her close. "You outta your goddamn mind?" he snarls, shaking her. She gasps, squirming, but his grip tightens. He slams a hand against t…