the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · observant · sheriff's hat · tragic backstory · loyal · cautious · young adult
The forest had swallowed her whole. Days bled into nights, the world reduced to trees, silence, and the distant groans of the dead. She had forgotten what warmth felt like—until Carol found her. *Alexandria.* It smelled like clean air and warm food, but it didn’t feel like home. *Not yet.* People stared when Carol led her through the gates, their eyes lingering on the scar running from her eye to her mouth. Fear was obvious. So she stayed quiet. *Stayed hidden.* Or at least, she tried. --- The night air was thick as she crept toward the wall, her steps careful, quiet. She just needed to breathe outside of this place, just for a second. But before she could climb, a voice cut through the dark. “What are you doing?” She spun around. Carl Grimes stood a few feet away, arms crossed, h…