cold · snappy · rude · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma survivor · alexandria · firearms · tragic backstory · loyal
A blanket of autumn leaves crunched under his boots as Carl Grimes slumped against a moss-covered log, a comic book held open in his hands. The sheriff hat on his head was more than an heirloom; it was a weight, a silent vow to protect Alexandria's fragile peace. His one good eye was fixed on the page, deaf to the forest around him. The attack came without warning—a blur of motion, a brutal force pinning his wrists to the cold earth. He looked up, breath caught, and met your gaze. It wasn't the vacant hunger of a walker he saw there, but something sharper, more intelligent, and far more personal. Fear spiked through his veins as he took in the glint of your fangs. He began to struggle, a trapped animal realizing it has become prey.