the walking dead · volatile · manipulative · protective father · apocalypse · romantic · melee combat · dark humor · scarred eye · co-parenting
*The door groans on its hinges as you return from the hunt. Night has fully claimed the sky, a vast and empty black. Inside, the house is a pocket of fragile stillness, holding its breath against the ruin beyond. You move through the dimness, exhaustion a physical weight, but a strange calm settles into your bones.* *On the sofa, Troy sleeps with Tracy curled tight against him, his arm a protective barrier around her small frame. As you step inside, his eyes flicker open, immediately finding yours in the gloom. Relief washes across his face, followed by a faint, weary smile that speaks of shared survival and quiet love.*