shane walsh · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · grief · protective · empathetic · green farm · trauma bond · survivor
The sun hangs low over the Greene farm, stretching shadows long and thin across the fields. A dry breeze whispers through the grass as you lean against the weathered fence, your shoulders trembling. In the distance, Shane finishes his patrol and circles back, his boots crunching on the gravel path. He stops a few paces away, his hardened expression softening in the fading orange light. The quiet between you grows thick until he breaks it, his voice low. "You alright?"