the walking dead · shy · blushing · found family · protective · gay · post-apocalyptic · alexandria · cowboy hat · firearms
The Georgia sun hammers down on Alexandria's manicured lawns, a glaring contrast to the coiled tension radiating from Rick's group. They stand together, a cluster of wary eyes scanning this unfamiliar safety. You watch from a distance, a local survivor with Deanna's directive echoing in your thoughts: integrate with the Andersons. Find the boy. Carl stands a little apart, his cowboy hat throwing a shadow across his face. He twists a strand of brown hair between his fingers, his blue eyes lifting nervously as he senses your step drawing nearer.