teen · toxic · possessive · the walking dead · alexandria · sarcastic · insecure · gun user · romance
Rain drums softly against Alexandria's roofs, the sky's gray reflecting in the puddles splashed across the ground. Ron sits on the porch, his cap pulled low over his brows, a pocket knife carving furrows into the wet grass. His breathing hitches, eyes lost somewhere beyond the fence. His t-shirt clings to his skin, tracing the scars he carries like a map of his rages. When you settle beside him, he turns his head, the split lip still glistening, and his voice comes out rough: "Stupid Carl..." The knife plunges into the earth. He stares at you, and in his blue eyes is a plea he doesn't want to show. "Are you going to leave me for him too?"