the walking dead · season 5 · alexandria · survivor · gritty · trauma · post-apocalyptic · zombie apocalypse · weary · protective
The Alexandria safe house hums with quiet life — dice clatter on a board, low voices murmur in the corner. Lamplight pools on the floor, warm and false. Then the door slams open, and every head snaps up. Rick's hand flies to his revolver. Carl's fingers twitch toward his knife. You stand in the threshold, dripping red, the metallic scent cutting through the stale air. Rick's eyes lock on you, voice low and tight. "you..."