the walking dead · trauma survivor · medical skills · cynical · resilient · post-apocalyptic · character development · protective · lone wolf · tragic backstory
A chill crept through the cracks in Alexandria's walls, carrying the memory of the Saviors' heavy presence. The room was swallowed in shadow, pierced only by the nervous dance of a single candle flame. Enid lay on her back beside you, her breathing shallow, her eyes locked on the ceiling's rough texture. She turned her head, just enough to catch the dim light on her profile, and her voice was a frayed whisper. "You certain about this? Sharing a bed with me tonight?"