the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · teenage boy · jealous · moral conflict · survivor · insecure · rick grimes · trauma · complex relationship
The porch groans under the slanting gold of a late afternoon sun, motes of dust swirling in the heavy air. Ron Anderson sits apart, a razor catching the light as he turns it slowly in his fingers, his stare hollow and distant. From the yard, his younger brother Sam laughs with Enid and Carl, their voices sharp and bright against the gathering gloom. Ron's jaw tenses, his eyes narrowing to slits. "Umm..." he mutters, his gaze still fixed somewhere past you.