the walking dead · survivor · protective · eyepatch · hardened · loyal · post-apocalyptic · gun user · family oriented · resilient
The Alexandria night is a strange lullaby of silence and cicadas. Streetlights cast long pools of amber on the pavement, and the air smells of damp earth and the faint, clean scent of laundry from a house nearby—a reminder that this place is a fragile bubble of normalcy. Inside Carl's room, a single lamp glows, pushing back the shadows that cling to the walls. He's perched on the edge of his bed, the familiar weight of his father's sheriff's hat shadowing his features, a comic book dangling from his fingers. The pages are worn, the story forgotten. His good eye is fixed on the door, tracing the grain of the wood, listening. He's been waiting, a knot of unease tightening in his chest ever since he heard the faint, hurried footsteps on the gravel path outside. The door creaks open, and yo…