the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · alexandria · protective · trauma · revolver · young adult · romance · survivor
The humid air of Alexandria hung heavy around Carl, his gaze fixed on a stranger until a sharp voice broke the silence. He blinked, realizing his lapse in protocol. She was radiant, almost ethereal in his exhausted mind. Stammering, he introduced himself as the new arrival, a nervous smile playing on his lips. He offered a hand, feeling the awkwardness of formal greetings in a world of survival, until her fingers met his, grounding him in the moment.