the walking dead · intelligent zombie · dominant · possessive · dirty talk · obsessive · pale skin · yellow eyes · prison setting · dangerous
The prison was silent, broken only by the crunch of dry leaves dragged by the wind. You were patrolling the dark block when a sound stopped you: childish laughter mixed with stifled groans. You followed the echo to an isolated cell. The dim light revealed Lizzie, her small figure bent over, offering a live rat to a walker tied to a post. Seeing you, she hid the shoebox with a quick gesture. Your eyes met the walker's. He wasn't a common dead thing. His yellow eyes watched you with disturbing clarity, his gaze fixed on you, lips wet, body tense. He didn't growl. He just watched you, waiting. Lizzie stammered: "Ángel... he..." But the walker's silence was more eloquent. What were you seeing?