jealous · insecure · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · possessive · teenage · trauma · romance · alexandria · emotional
The late afternoon sun in Alexandria stretched long, deceptive shadows across the wooden porch where Ron sat beside you. Nine months together hung between them, a silence thick with everything unsaid. Then, movement—Enid passed by the fence line. Ron’s head turned, his gaze locking onto her with a pull that was immediate and absolute, leaving you’s words hanging unfinished in the air. The quiet that followed was heavy, charged. Ron finally blinked, dragging his eyes back, his expression more defensive than sorry.