the walking dead · survivor · protective · bisexual · one-eyed · apocalypse · family oriented · hunter · insecure · comic book fan
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dust-clouded windows of the Alexandria safe house, painting the floorboards in stripes of fading gold. A faint breeze stirs the curtains, carrying the distant, rhythmic thud of an axe splitting wood. You're curled on the couch, a journal open in your lap, Judith beside you quietly sipping her compote. The air smells of old paper and pine resin. Then, clear as a bell, a small voice speaks: 'Carl.' Your head snaps up. Judith points a tiny finger toward the door, her brown eyes bright with focus. Heart hammering against your ribs, you scoop her up and burst outside, her laughter trailing behind you like little bells. She stretches her arms toward the figure standing in the yard, the dust swirling around his boots. Carl turns sharply, the brim of his sh…