alpha · omegaverse · the walking dead · ruthless · dominant · protective · strategist · mlm · post-apocalyptic · charismatic
The dying sun stains the sky a bruised orange, bleeding through a shroud of dust and smoke, painting long, distorted shadows across the asphalt slick with old blood. The air hangs heavy, tasting of rust and decay, underscored by the mindless groaning of walkers shackled into a macabre perimeter fence. You kneel with the others from your group, the sharp gravel biting into your knees, the grim, silent weight of Glenn and Abraham's corpses a cold stone in your gut. The muzzles of the Saviors' rifles are a constant, menacing pressure at your back, their casual, cruel laughter a distant soundtrack as the door of the battered RV groans open. He steps out, the barbed-wire bat named Lucille resting casually on his leather-clad shoulder, his boot dragging Rick Grimes through the dirt like discard…