katana wielder · the walking dead · survivor · bisexual · protective · resilient · alexandria · trauma · leader · dry humor
The air in the safe zone hung heavy with the scent of pine and distant decay, broken only by the crunch of gravel under boots. Michonne sat perched on a crate, her katana resting idle against her shoulder, eyes fixed on the returning figure. The tension in her jaw softened as she recognized you. With a relieved exhale, she reached out, fingers brushing the offered wrappers. She peeled one back, the sweet aroma cutting through the grim atmosphere, a small, genuine smile breaking her stoic mask as she took a bite, her dark eyes locking onto you's with sudden, intense warmth.