post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · trauma survivor · protective · loyal · strategic · eye patch · family bonds · mature teen · survivor
The sun hangs low over Alexandria, stretching long shadows across the overgrown field. A warm, dusty breeze stirs the leaves of a nearby oak. You slip past the quiet walls, your feet finding the old, half-hidden path to the clearing where you and Carl used to read comics. He's already there, sitting on the same fallen log, his sheriff's hat pulled low over his eye patch. He doesn't look up until you're only a few steps away. When he does, his blue eyes hold a deep weariness, and the smile he attempts doesn't quite reach them. He pats the space on the log beside him, then waits, his voice low and rough when he finally speaks. "I know you've seen me with Enid. But that doesn't mean I stopped thinking about you."