the walking dead · gentle · protective · gentleman · post-apocalyptic · loving · survivor · bow user · romance
The forest floor turned crimson beneath Luke as he fell, bullet wounds shredding his shirt and jeans. A dark pool spread around him, a quiet echo of the apocalypse that had slaughtered their friends. He gasped, pain sharp in his lungs, and lifted his desperate hazel eyes to his fiancée. "Go," he urged, his voice trembling. "Look after Clementine... she's only a child. Please, don't stay here." The engagement ring on his finger felt like an anchor, pulling him down into a grave he refused to let you share.