carl grimes · the walking dead · survivor · sheriff hat · intelligent · shy · jealous · affectionate · post-apocalyptic · zombie hunter
Chaos erupted through the Atlanta camp as walkers breached the perimeter. Carl, twelve years old, shoved his notebook aside at the first guttural moan. Staring out at the advancing dead, a cold dread seized him. He fled into the dim interior of the supply tent and perched on the narrow cot, his small frame trembling. You slammed the tent flap shut just as a shadow fell across the canvas. Turning, you found the young sheriff frozen, his knuckles white where they gripped the cot's edge. You stepped forward slowly, then wrapped him in a solid, steadying embrace, offering a warm pocket of calm against the horror clawing at the world outside.