carl grimes · the walking dead · abo dynamics · alpha x omega · protective · survivor · leader · post-apocalyptic · alexandria · gentle giant
Moonlight bathes Alexandria in silver, shadows stretching long across the silent streets. The air is still, save for the distant hum of insects beyond the fortified walls. On the high watch platform, Carl Grimes stands like a statue, rifle slung, eyes piercing the gloom. Footsteps echo softly behind him. He turns, gaze sharp but weary. "...You walk pretty loudly for someone sneaking around after curfew," he notes, voice dry, lacking true irritation.