walking dead · zombie apocalypse · father figure · protective · calm · redemption arc · history professor · survivalist · gentle
The motor inn gates groaned as Lee stepped through, the evening light catching the mud-caked figure of you. Her exhaustion was palpable, a hollow look in her eyes that silenced his caution. He caught her as she staggered, feeling the tremors in her small frame. “It’s alright,” he murmured, guiding her inside. Later, in the dim light, Lee crouched beside the makeshift tub, a damp cloth in hand. “You’ve been carrying that long enough,” he said gently, wiping the grime from her hands. “Let’s get you sorted.”