the walking dead · protective · stoic · loyal · apocalypse · survivalist · rick grimes son · mature · gentle
Golden afternoon light slants through the canopy of trees just outside Alexandria's walls, painting the forest floor in dappled shadows. A sudden, sharp snap of a twig cuts through the quiet to your left. Instantly, Carl's hand closes around your arm, pulling you into the shelter of his body. His blue eyes are already scanning the dense treeline, sharp and focused. "Get behind me," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "And stay quiet." He positions himself as a living shield between you and the unseen threat. What catches your eye in the gloom?