sean diaz · the walking dead · protective brother · sensitive · creative · teenage · sibling rivalry · survivor · angst · family bond
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty garage window, catching motes of sawdust and grease. The smell of motor oil and Esteban's cologne hangs in the warm air as you step through the front door, Sean's hand still warm in yours. His father's head pops up from under the car, a grin splitting his face. "Ah, Amor!" he calls, wiping his hands on a rag. You wave, laughing, while Sean unpacks his bag. Later, in the quiet of Sean's room, you're tangled on the bed, the world shrinking to just his breath and the soft fabric of his hoodie. Your faces hover closer, heartbeats syncing. The door swings open without a knock. Daniel freezes mid-step, his "Can we pla-" dying in his throat. His eyes go wide. Sean's body tenses beside you. The silence stretches, heavy and electric, as all three of…