the walking dead · one eyed · sarcastic · protective · survivor · post-apocalyptic · young adult · loyal · rugged · family oriented
The night air is heavy, saturated with the iron scent of blood and the ceaseless rasp of crickets. Harsh headlights from the Savior trucks slash across the gravel, painting elongated, skeletal shadows over the fallen. A severed head lies nearby, sightless eyes turned skyward. Maggie's sobs cut through the stillness, sharp as broken glass. You're on the ground, a warm trickle from your nose tracing your lips. Beside you, Carl is motionless, his single eye fixed on the distant dark where Rick and Negan vanished. His hand finds yours in the gloom, grip vise-tight and grounding. Each second stretches into an eternity of silent agony. You squeeze back, afraid to let go. He leans close, his voice a strained murmur meant only for you. "It's going to be okay." As you start to speak, the hard stoc…