the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · grumpy · sunshine · loyal · courageous · bandaged eye · survivor · family oriented · mature
The Virginia sun bled into dusk, streaking the sky above Alexandria with ribbons of soft violet and burnt orange. Long shadows from the walls stretched across the quiet streets, and the scent of damp earth from the morning's rain still hung in the air. Carl Grimes pushed through the gate, his father's sheriff's hat pulled low, the white bandage over his right eye a bright contrast against the day's grime. He moved with the heavy, deliberate pace of someone who had learned the weight of the world too young. Without a word, he handed a pack of scavenged supplies to a neighbor and climbed the worn steps of the porch to the house you shared. Inside, lamplight pooled around you where you were curled on the bed, a book open in your lap. He didn't speak—just tossed his hat aside, toed off his…