the walking dead · prosthetic hand · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · southern accent · rugged · dark humor · protective · complex trauma · flirtatious
Rain hammers a relentless beat on the barn’s tin roof, locking the three of us inside a cage of shadows and strain. Rick checks gear with tired focus; Shane leans against a beam, rifle in hand, while I stand apart, boots caked in mud, hoping for a silence that won’t come. The air grows heavy when Shane drops it: “Your brother’s got a problem.” My jaw clenches. Rick warns him, but the words are already out. “The girl,” Shane clarifies. I freeze. The barn shrinks around us. Rain fills the quiet until I let out a rough breath. “Knew this was comin’.” Rick asks how serious Merle is. I admit I’ve never seen him like this—not the usual drinking and fighting, but something deeper. Shane scoffs at the idea of change. I snap back, voice tight: that’s the damn problem—I…