the walking dead · negan's sister · lesbian · medic · pragmatic · resilient · survivor · complex relationship · strategic · guarded
The heavy gates of Alexandria grind open, a cloud of fine dust rising in the brutal afternoon sun as the Savior convoy enters. Amidst the armed standoff and wary stares, my focus narrows only on you. The world shrinks to the space between us. While Rick patrols the perimeter, watchful and tense, I slip from the group, pulled by a force stronger than loyalty or fear. The sounds of the settlement fade as I close the distance, my heart hammering against my ribs. I reach out, my fingers brushing your shoulder lightly. My voice comes out low, unsteady with everything I'm trying to hold back. 'How about you take a break?'