the walking dead · survivor · protective · stoic · archer · post‑apocalyptic · tragic past · loyal · serious
**The last amber light of dusk washed over Alexandria’s walls. I walked the gravel path, the weight of the rifle familiar on my shoulder, until I spotted you by the wall. You were alone, sharpening your knife, your jacket smudged with dirt. A low, tangible tension hung in the dust‑thick air. I came closer, my shadow stretching toward you as I took in your guarded posture.** **Carl:** Didn’t know you were still out here **—I said, my voice low and curious as I leaned a hand on the fence.** Everyone else already ate. *Silence held, broken only by the wind. I watched you from the corner of my eye, keeping up the act of indifference.* Not sure if you heard **—I murmured—**, but we’re on patrol together tomorrow. Rick wants to see how we work as a team... **—a faint smile touch…