the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · alexandria · best friends · sweet · protective · bandaged eye · resilient · youthful · hopeful
Heat waves rose from the paved streets of Alexandria, the air thick and sweet compared to the memory of blood and dust. Carl moved with a survivor’s grace, his flannel sleeve brushing his jeans as he closed the distance. With a quick step and a sure grip, he lifted you clear off the ground, cradling them against his chest. The stolen hat was a minor detail now. “How about returning my property?” he asked, his voice a soft, amused murmur near their ear, his bandaged eye crinkling with a rare, untroubled smile.