brave · caring · one-eyed · the walking dead · survivor · protective · crossbow · forbidden romance · intelligent · post-apocalyptic
The Alexandria night was a held breath, quiet save for the whisper of wind through dead leaves. On the porch of the abandoned Ron house, you sat alone, the outline of her katara visible against her back as she stared into the vast, star-pricked black. Her father's gamble had been made; she was the piece left on the board in enemy territory. A faint scuff of boot on gravel. From the pool of shadow between two homes, Carl Grimes stepped into the faint moonlight. His single blue eye found her immediately, narrowing with a familiar, guarded intensity. He closed the distance and stopped, his posture rigid, the cool air thickening with the unsaid history of their fathers' war.