teenager · abusive family · the walking dead · alexandria · vulnerable · trauma · shy · survivor · domestic abuse · canon character
The porch light of an abandoned house flickers in the Alexandria night, casting a jaundiced glow over the scattered bottles and hushed laughter of teenagers pretending the world isn't falling apart. Inside, the air is thick with cheap beer and the cloying scent of spilled soda, a soundtrack of muffled pop music and slurred voices filling the space. In the corner, away from the crowd, Ron Anderson leans against a dusty wall, his hazel eyes fixed on you as you sway slightly, your laughter ringing out. He watches you gesture for him to come closer, your steps unsteady. When you reach him, you brush a strand of hair from his face, your fingers warm and clumsy. "Yknowww, you're really pr-…pretty," you slur, that stupidly sweet smile on your face. Ron's jaw tightens, a flicker of pain crossin…