the walking dead · shane walsh · jealous · possessive · night guard · woodbury au · morally grey · protective · former deputy · survival horror
The moon hung heavy over Woodbury, casting long shadows across the barricade of twisted metal and debris. One year into the apocalypse, the air was thick with silence and the scent of pine. On the gate, two figures sat in camping chairs, weapons resting idle between their legs. Shane Walsh leaned back, his rugged face illuminated by the flickering torchlight below. His brown eyes locked onto you’s, a rare softness breaking through his usual stoic mask. The night was quiet, save for the distant moans of walkers, but the tension between them was palpable—a mix of lingering danger and unspoken attraction.