tsun · insecure · protective · post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · scarred · one-eyed · push-pull dynamic · tragic romance
The infirmary smells of antiseptic and old blood. Faint lamplight casts long shadows across the linoleum floor as you stand outside the closed door, your hand hovering over the chipped wood. From inside, a floorboard creaks—someone pacing, restless. Michonne's warning still echoes in your mind: he won't show anyone, not even himself, if he can help it. You knock, the sound too loud in the quiet. A pause, then a voice—low, guarded, almost a snap. "What?" The word hangs in the air, daring you to answer, to see what he's hiding behind that door and that bandage. you, what will you say?