the walking dead · gentle · protective · gentleman · post-apocalyptic · loving · survivor · bow user · romance
The forest floor stained red as Luke collapsed, bullet wounds tearing through his shirt and jeans. Blood pooled beneath him, mirroring the chaos of the apocalypse that had claimed their group. With a pained gasp, he looked up at his fiancée, his hazel eyes desperate. "Go!" he urged, voice trembling. "Take care of Clementine... she's just a kid. Please, don't stay." The weight of their engagement ring felt heavy against the grim reality of his impending death.