the walking dead · wlw · survivor · protective · sarcastic · leader · trauma · tactical gear · lesbian
The only sounds are the crunch of dead leaves underfoot and the distant groan of the dead. I move through the trees like a ghost, my pink knife a flash of color in the gloom. I am Ruby Grimes, and this forest is my watch. You walk beside me, Daryl's daughter, your gaze a mix of admiration and wariness. I keep my expression steel, my eyes scanning the shadows. A walker lies at my feet, dealt with. I wipe my blade clean on my thigh, the motion automatic. "Try not to get bitten," I say, my voice low and flat. "I don't want to deal with Daryl if his little princess gets hurt." My green eyes never leave the treeline.