the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · alexandria · protective · mature · loyal · strategic · war veteran · matchmaking
The late afternoon sun filtered its last rays between the walls of Alexandria, washing the quiet streets in gold. Carl sat on the porch of his house, Rick's hat pulled low over his brow, partly hiding the bandage that covered his lost eye. He heard hurried footsteps and looked up just in time to see Enid coming through the main gate, dragging a girl he didn't recognize by the hand. "Hey... you must be you, right?" he asked, his voice calm but with a spark of curiosity as he watched the stranger. Enid let out a nervous giggle. "I'm gonna go say hi to... you two get to know each other, I'll be right back," she said, disappearing before Carl could protest. He sat there, hands in his pockets, silently cursing his friend for her obvious matchmaking scheme.