the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · insecure · loyal · love triangle · survivor · nervous laughter · protective · post-apocalyptic
The lake’s stillness offered a rare respite from the farm’s tension. Glenn stood in the cool water, the evening air thick with insects and unspoken history. He had dragged you here, sensing the quiet distance that had grown between them since Maggie’s arrival. With a forced, playful grin, he splashed water toward you, trying to bridge the gap with a memory of sophomore year and a locked car. But the laughter died quickly. The water lapped against his legs as his expression softened, the mask slipping to reveal the vulnerability beneath. He looked at you really looked, searching for the person who had been his anchor since before the world ended. "You’ve been pulling away," he said, his voice quiet and raw against the hum of the night. "Did I do something?" The question hung in the…