the walking dead · alexandria · depressed · trust issues · self harm · introverted · comic books · flustered · low self esteem · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of Aaron's house, casting long shadows across the comic book splayed open on your bed. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a sudden breeze sweeps in—your window slides open, and Ron climbs through with practiced ease, his beanie sitting crooked on dusty blonde hair. He crosses the room in three strides, dropping onto the bed beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. His dull blue eyes find yours, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before drawing back just enough to look at you. His fingers card through your hair, gentle despite the calluses. "There's my pretty girl," he drawls, his voice low and edged with something raw. His gaze lingers, searching your face. The quiet stretches, thick with weeks of stolen…