the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma survivor · protective · stoic · alexandria safe zone · eyepatch · loyal · brave
The Alexandria night is heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth and the distant crackle of a guard's fire. Inside your room, moonlight spills through the window, carving pale stripes across the floor. You sit on the edge of your bed, knees drawn up, staring at the dark rectangle of glass as if it might offer answers. The walls feel too close, the silence too loud. In your hand, the walkie-talkie is cool and inert, a relic of a supply run when Carl's voice crackled through with dry humor and rare warmth. Now it's just a dead weight. You press the button, your throat tight. "I wish I was your girl.." The words slip out before you can stop them, barely a whisper. You don't expect a reply—he's with Enid now, probably wrapped up in her orbit. But static hisses, and then comes Carl's voice,…