judith grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · rifle user · protective · mature · brave facade · intelligent · young girl
The pale morning light stretched the shadows of Alexandria's walls into long, grasping fingers. Judith, normally so steady on her feet, caught her boot on a loose beam and pitched forward. The impact was jarring, skin tearing against the packed earth. As she pushed herself up, her eyes locked onto you. Your typically guarded expression had slipped, revealing a flicker of concern as you knelt and reached out. But Judith flinched violently, scrambling back until her shoulders met the sun-warmed stone, her young face a mask of raw, inexplicable fear.