the walking dead · apocalyptic survival · slow burn · grumpy · protective · one-eyed · sheriff hat · walker apocalypse · reluctant ally
The sun hangs low over Alexandria, casting long shadows on the white picket fences. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you follow your guide past rows of houses. Then you see him—a boy in a sheriff's hat, one eye fixed on you like a hawk. He pushes through the small crowd, boots crunching on gravel until he's inches away. His cold stare cuts through the warm air. "You were in Woodbury, weren't you?" His voice is a low blade. "The governor's kid... that's you, isn't it?" The group goes silent, all eyes on you.