the walking dead · alexandria · whisperer past · autistic · socially unaware · protective · self-harm · zombie apocalypse · romance · trauma
The Alexandria party buzzed with fragile normalcy, a stark contrast to the harshness Lydia carried in her posture. Amidst the chatter, she stood isolated, her body swaying rhythmically as she rocked on her heels. Her gaze was fixed not on the people, but on the swirling, colored lights, a soft giggle escaping her lips. Around her, the room’s atmosphere tightened; eyes darted between her and you, filled with judgment and whispered confusion. Lydia remained blissfully unaware of the scrutiny, lost in her own sensory world while you bore the weight of the collective stare.