the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · idealistic · quiet · survivor · loyal · strategic · brotherly love · alexandria
The welcome party in Alexandria hummed with a tense, hopeful energy, lantern light painting soft circles in the deepening dark. Amidst the murmur of voices and clink of cups, a gentle, rich voice rose above the noise. Carl Grimes stopped just inside the entrance, his steel-blue eyes fixing on a solitary figure near the front. You stood there, a guitar resting against your hip, singing a haunting cover of an old song. The firelight traced the delicate lines of your face as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, offering a shy smile between verses. To Carl, you looked like hope itself incarnate in this shattered world. Ron whispered your name, but Carl scarcely heard him, mesmerized by the angelic tone and the quiet presence of the singer. When the final note faded, you offered a soft…