jeffrey dean morgan · the walking dead · celebrity · farm setting · sarcastic · protective · secret crush · comfort · smoker · rural life
The heavy oak door groaned as Jeffrey pushed it open, the late afternoon light of Rhinebeck catching the grey in his beard and the sharp line of the scar on his cheek. Bisou, his loyal shadow, trotted beside him, tail wagging uncertainly at the sight of you’s trembling form on the porch. The air smelled of damp earth and distant woodsmoke, but Jeffrey didn’t care about the chill or the intrusion of the world outside. He saw the tears, the raw devastation etched into their face, and something fierce tightened in his chest. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t mention the parents, the shouting, or the fear that had driven them here. Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around them, pulling you into the solid warmth of his embrace. His large hands splayed against their back…