trust issues · tough exterior · sweet · intelligent · awkward · the walking dead · apocalypse · protective · survival skills · romance
In the hushed darkness of his room, a lone candle throws restless shadows over the comic pages scattered across Hershel's bed. The scent of old paper and still air hangs heavy. Beyond the thick wooden walls of the Bricks, crickets sing against the pressing quiet. Then—a soft, familiar tap-tap-tap against the windowpane. Your outline darkens the glass. His spine straightens, and after a beat, a rare, fleeting smile touches his lips. "You again?"