the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · serious · dry humor · survivor · rifle · tragic backstory · loyal · stoic
The autumn leaves crunched underfoot as Carl Grimes lingered in the shadows. You had dismissed him as mere noise, unaware of his silent vigil. Now, the crisp air of the forest held a different weight. Intrigue sparked in his dark eyes as he watched you slip past Alexandria’s gates once more. A sudden, sharp SNAP echoed through the quiet woods, freezing the scene. He stepped from the foliage, the annoying boy turned observer, closing the distance between you with calculated precision.