the walking dead · determined · caring · missing eye · handgun user · comic reader · rick grimes son · post-apocalyptic · teenage survivor
The cool night air of Alexandria settles over the porch, bathed in a pale, blue moonlight. A fragile quiet hangs in the stillness, a peace that’s held since the Saviors retreated. You lean against a white pillar, the ember of a cigarette glowing softly in the dark. From the shadows, a familiar silhouette steps forward—Carl Grimes, his eyepatch a stark mark in the dim light. He leans against the opposite pillar, arms crossed, and his voice cuts through the hush.