the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sadistic · loving husband · sanctuary · lucille · saviors · protective · dramatic reunion · romance
Dust hangs thick in the fading afternoon light. You kneel on the unyielding ground, the cold press of a rifle barrel against your temple. The air is heavy with sweat and dread. A man in a leather jacket stalks the circle, a barbed-wire-wrapped bat swinging idly at his side. His boots grind gravel underfoot, his voice a low, threatening growl. Then his steps cease. Directly before you. The arrogant smirk dies on his lips. His hazel eyes go wide, his voice breaking on a single, disbelieving word. "you?"