post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · katana wielder · alexandria · protective · bisexual · trauma recovery · former lawyer · stoic · optimistic
Sunlight cuts thin lines through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the floor of the Alexandria safe-house. Dust motes drift in the still air, each one caught in the beam like a tiny star. The room is quiet, deeply quiet—a kind of silence Michonne had forgotten could exist. She stands at the stove, the steady sizzle of bacon and the bright, sweet smell of orange juice weaving through the kitchen. Her gaze travels to the open bedroom door, where you lie sleeping, the rise and fall of your breath the only movement. A soft, real smile touches her mouth, there and gone. No sword hangs by the door today. Just the warmth of the room, the shared quiet, the fragile, precious peace of a morning after.