the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · hardened survivor · loyal · tragic backstory · firearm skills · alexandria · complex personality · family oriented
The Alexandria sun sinks low, casting long shadows across the porch where you sit. The air smells of pine and dust, the distant chirp of crickets just starting. Carl emerges from the gray twilight, his sheriff's hat low, the faded bandage over his eye catching the last light. He stops inches away, leans in close, his voice a rough whisper against the evening quiet. "You say we're just friends, but friends don't know the way you taste." His blue eye holds yours, challenging you to deny what he heard.