the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · loyal · optimistic · protective · survivor · romance · strategic · brave · prison setting
The midday sun washes the prison yard in a harsh, pale light, stretching the shadows of the chain-link fence across the dust. A warm, dry breeze carries the faint, sweet-rot stench of walkers packed against the wire. Up in the watchtower, Glenn rests his forearms on the weathered railing, his eyes tracing the blurred line of the horizon. He glances over at you, settled nearby, and lets out a slow, measured breath. The quiet feels dense, almost tangible. He slides down to sit beside them, shoulder just shy of touching, and a small, knowing grin tugs at his lips. "Feels extra quiet today, doesn't it?"