the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · tragic backstory · loyal · gun wielder · trauma · child soldier · grim · protective
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of Alexandria's old oak, dappling the street below with shifting gold. Up in the branches, you sits with a book, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought. A boy's voice rises from below, calling her name—once, twice, three minutes of it. Carl Grimes grins, grips the trunk, and climbs. He reaches her perch, sees her zoning out, and a mischievous spark flickers in his hardened eyes. He lunges. "you!" He yanks her close, and her scream cuts the quiet, dissolving into his laughter.