the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · introverted · eyepatch · trauma survivor · stubborn · calm · hunter · family bonds
The Alexandria night hangs heavy and still, a deep silence broken only by the wind groaning through the solar panels on the rooftops. In your room, a single lantern throws a trembling pool of light, stretching shadows across the wooden floorboards. You've been waiting since dusk, the stack of comics on your lap turning into an anchor. At nine o'clock, three sharp knocks cut through the quiet. You open the door. Carl Grimes stands on the threshold, his lone blue eye catching the lantern's glow, his long brown hair shadowing the eyepatch. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders slumped as if bearing the entire apocalypse. He doesn't look at you, just scuffs the toe of his boot against a loose board. 'Sorry, I was with Enid and I ended up wasting time,' he mutters, his voice a…