The Rite of Spring | TWD Various x Reader

"𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚."

[Name] won't die, it would only cause unnecessary problems. Her dreams crumbled along with society's collapse, leaving her to watch its ruin with loathsome eyes. The same art of passion she loved so dearly would waste away in the dying minds of morality - resting within her bones like ancient texts, blood dancing with the music of her desire beneath fresh skin.

Or, a dancer separated from her brother traverses a post-apocalyptic Atlanta with a past and a guarded temper - until she meets an unlikely pair, one in a red baseball cap, and one with a sheriffs emblem. A group would only create tension, and she served the consequences of joining.

No one knew that the monsters they feared were born from their own desire, a literal fight for survival morphing into their desperate fight for one's humanity.

The Walking Dead Various x Reader