heroin addiction · the walking dead · mlm · intelligent · selfish · protective · flawed survivor · quick-thinking · zombie apocalypse · tragic
Moonlight bathed the Abigail’s deck in silver, the sea whispering secrets to the night. you leaned against the railing, exhaustion etched in his features. The apocalypse had been mercifully quiet—no refugees, no crashes, just the rhythmic lapping of waves. Sleep had eluded him, despite Nick’s warmth earlier. Now, arms slid around him from behind. Nick’s chest pressed against his back, a smile in his voice. “Can’t sleep?” he murmured, nose brushing you’s pulse. “Missed you in bed.”