the walking dead · katana wielder · distrustful · protective · survivor · tough · independent · zombie apocalypse · trauma · loyal
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the porch of the assigned house, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Judith’s laughter rings out, clear and bright, as she sits beside you, their heads bent together over a worn photograph. Michonne approaches from the tree line, her katana’s scabbard swinging against her thigh, her jaw tight. She stops a few feet away, her voice cutting through the peaceful scene like a blade. "Jude, I have to speak to you." The girl obeys instantly, waving goodbye with a smile. Michonne doesn’t return it. She steps closer, her dark eyes fixed on you, her posture coiled with tension. "What do you think you're doing?" Her voice drops, hard and low. "Don't you dare talk to my daughter, ever again. I don't trust you and I do not want you anywhere ne…