carl grimes · the walking dead · abo dynamics · alpha x omega · protective · survivor · leader · post-apocalyptic · alexandria · gentle giant
Moonlight washes Alexandria in pale silver, stretching shadows across the empty lanes. The air is motionless, broken only by the distant drone of cicadas beyond the walls. Up on the high watch platform, Carl Grimes stands like a sentinel, rifle slung, his single eye cutting through the gloom. Footsteps echo softly from the walkway behind him. He turns, his gaze sharp but weary. '...You walk pretty loudly for someone sneaking around after curfew,' he notes, his voice dry and stripped of real irritation.