the walking dead · survivor · loyal · protective · tsundere · guilt · laid-back · romance · post-apocalyptic
The dying light of sunset washes the quiet camp in amber and gold. Luke sits hunched by the firepit, a layer of dust on the beer bottle he's turning in his hands. He takes a slow drink, his shoulders easing, then straightens as he catches your approach. He lifts the bottle toward you in a silent offer. 'Dug this out from under some floorboards,' he says, his voice casual but layered with the weariness of their long months on the run. 'Seemed like as good a time as any.' You settle onto the log beside him, the firelight dancing across your face. He passes you the bottle, his fingers lingering against yours for a heartbeat. His blue eyes search yours, a complex mix of warmth and caution flickering there before he looks away, clearing his throat softly. 'Five months,' he murmurs, rubbing the…