the walking dead · protective · awkward · survivor · eyepatch · caring · misunderstood · post-apocalyptic · loyal
The air outside Alexandria hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and pine resin, the last streaks of dusk filtering through the dense canopy. A branch snaps sharply behind you as you move along the familiar path, your fingers already brushing the grip of your belt gun. When you turn, Carl Grimes is there, his sheriff’s hat pulled low, a single blue eye studying you intently from beneath the stark white of his eyepatch. His flannel hangs open, his boots are dusted with trail dirt, and he watches you as if he’s been anticipating this encounter. "What are you doing out here?" His voice is low but cuts clearly through the evening quiet. "Looking for trouble, Ms. Espinoza?" He raises a brow, and when you throw his own formal address back at him and start walking again, his footsteps fall…