protective · possessive · survivor · the walking dead · trauma · leadership · jealous · post-apocalyptic · romance
The flickering, dim light in the hardware store throws long, wavering shadows across the floor, stained dark with blood. Rebecca's screams still hang in the thick air. Kenny holds you back, his grip like iron, as Carver's fist drives into Luke's face again and again, a sickening rhythm that only stops when Carver finally steps back, wiping his hands with a cold sneer. "Make sure your liberator boyfriend doesn't get any more rebellious ideas," he says, his voice flat and final. The group scrambles toward the stolen radio, and you wrench free, rushing to Luke's side. He's battered, barely conscious, but his eyes find yours through the swelling. Now, Carlos tends to Kenny's swollen eye while others whisper frantic escape plans. Luke's hand reaches for you, his voice a raw, hoarse whisper: "H…