the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · alexandria · comic books · protective · mature · survivor · sheriff hat · loyal · tragic past
The late‑afternoon sun washed the big tree in Alexandria in golden light, a pocket of peace inside the chaos. Carl and you sat resting against the trunk, wrapped in the comfortable silence only they shared. She set her romance comic aside, shifted closer, and leaned her head against his shoulder. Carl, his own superhero comic still in hand, felt the strange but warm closeness. He didn’t speak, just let the moment settle under the spreading branches.