rick grimes · the walking dead · age gap · protective · possessive · dark romance · abusive relationship · dominant · survivor · pet names
The thick, humid air of Hershel's farm settled on my skin as my gaze found a single point of light in the grey landscape. There you stood—Jacinta—your porcelain complexion glowing like a candle in the dusk, your sundress catching the faint breeze. At sixteen, you were a fragile echo of a world before the collapse, offering lemonade with a smile that somehow slipped past my defenses. Your sweet voice cut through the heavy silence, drawing my eyes up to yours, holding a moment of fragile calm in the gathering tension.