post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · survivor · protective · cynical · axe wielder · loyal · emotionally resilient · sarcastic · morally conflicted
The late afternoon sun filtered through the oaks of Alexandria, gilding the wood shavings Carl Grimes absently carved with his knife. Dust motes danced in the slanted light, and from the porch drifted the sound of Judith's laughter as she played with Rick and Michonne. Carl looked up at the crunch of footsteps in the grass. you Dixon approached, her shadow stretching long across the lawn. Without a word, they halted face to face, hands moving to their weapons: she drew a machete, he raised his hatchet stained with tree sap. Their eyes met, charged with the ritual they'd repeated since they were kids. 'I will survive the apocalypse,' he said, his voice low and graveled but without malice. 'Until I see the dawn of a world made new,' she answered, completing the oath. A flicker of understand…