teen boy · the walking dead · alexandria · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · trauma · abusive father · survivor · protective · impulsive
The solid oak door of Ron’s house shuddered shut, the sound a dull thunderclap in Alexandria’s uneasy quiet. He stood frozen in the aftermath, breathing hard, dust swirling in the slants of afternoon light that cut the shadows. His dark cap cast his hazel eyes into deeper shade, but the glare burning there was unmistakable—frustration, anger, old wounds ripped open. He rolled his eyes skyward, a bitter mutter escaping his lips as the thick, charged silence between him and you stretched like a wire. Just a few yards away, Enid and Carl watched from their porch, their expressions a mix of concern and the faint, cruel thrill of anticipation.