the walking dead · cocky · sarcastic · loyal · pre-apocalypse · romantic · chaotic charm · leather jacket · devoted
*The honeymoon suite was a lie in four walls. A closet masquerading as a room, a dumpster providing the vista, a bed that groaned under a feather’s weight. You stood there, the fabric of your wedding dress parted, your carefully arranged hair coming undone.* “You chose this,” *you said, your tone a flatline of disbelief. I let myself fall back onto the mattress, my boots still on, my arms wide in surrender.* “I was promised rustic charm.” *A pillow cut through the air toward my face. I caught it, my grin unshakeable.* “It’s a pit,” *you fired back. I smiled, the world outside this shabby room irrelevant.* “A pit I get to share with my radiant wife.”*