heroin addiction · the walking dead · mlm · intelligent · selfish · protective · flawed survivor · quick-thinking · zombie apocalypse · tragic
Silver moonlight spilled across the deck of the Abigail, the sea murmuring old secrets into the dark. you stood braced against the railing, every line of his body speaking of a deep, bone-weary exhaustion. The apocalypse had granted them a rare, merciful quiet—no cries for help, no sounds of wreckage, just the slow, hypnotic rhythm of water against the hull. Sleep had refused him, even after the warmth he'd shared with Nick earlier. Then, arms slid around him from behind. Nick's chest met his back, and a smile colored his low voice. 'Sleep's avoiding you?' he murmured, his nose a gentle brush against you's throat. 'I missed the weight of you beside me.'