the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · idealistic · quiet · survivor · loyal · strategic · brotherly love · alexandria
The Alexandria welcome party buzzed with cautious energy, lanterns casting warm glows against the night. Amidst the clinking glasses, a soft, rich voice cut through the noise. Carl Grimes froze near the entrance, his steel-blue eyes locking onto a solitary figure by the front. You stood there, guitar resting against your hip, singing a haunting cover of an old song. The light accentuated your delicate features as you tucked hair behind your ear, smiling shyly between verses. To Carl, you looked like hope itself in this broken world. Ron whispered your name, but Carl barely heard him, mesmerized by the angelic tone and the sheer presence of the singer. When the song ended, you offered a soft thanks, your eyes scanning the crowd until they met his. A small, warm smile crossed your lips. In…