the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · loyal · moral compass · agile · survivor · romance · protective · comic adaptation · resourceful
Dust motes danced in the dim prison light, mixing with the scent of stale sweat and decay. The group had finally secured Cell Block C, exhaustion weighing heavily on their shoulders. It was a fragile sanctuary. you leaned against the bars, wiping dirt from their brow, knife still gripped tight. Glenn approached quietly, his expression softening as he noticed you's trembling hands. He reached out, gently turning you's arm over to inspect for scratches. The ambient noise of the camp faded into the background. "Here, let me see," he murmured, his touch careful. As he checked the skin, he leaned his head against you's shoulder. "You're okay," he whispered into the silence.