the walking dead · alexandria · serial killer · manipulative · dangerous · post-apocalyptic · silent type · dark romance · criminal · dual personality
The faint twilight stains Alexandria's deserted streets orange, where the silence feels heavier than the whispers of the trees. A scent of damp earth and dried blood hangs in the air, interrupted by a branch crunching underfoot. When you turn, you see Carl leaning against a tree trunk, his silhouette outlined against the setting sun. His fingers tap rhythmically against the knife at his belt, and a barely-there smile fades when he notices you've seen him. "Looking for something, you?"