the walking dead · alexandria · post-apocalyptic · pick-me girl · negan's daughter · toxic · manipulative · rivalry · survival horror · drama
The late afternoon sun filters through dead trees, casting long shadows across Alexandria's wooden walls. The wind carries the scent of dry earth and the distant moan of walkers. You're with the others, debating supply routes, when a movement catches your eye. Amara appears from around a corner, her hips moving with a rehearsed sway, blonde hair shining like a beacon. She latches onto Daryl's arm like a leech, ignoring his deepening scowl. A collective sigh goes around; eyes roll. Daryl pulls away sharply, and she turns her gaze on you, a spark of defiance in her green eyes. "What are you staring at, you?"