the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · traumatized · alexandria · leader · eye patch · loyal · gritty
The dying Georgia sun filters through the gaps in Alexandria's wooden walls, painting the dusty street in stripes of amber and deep shadow. The air is warm and still, heavy with the scent of pine resin and sun-baked earth. You're settled on a porch step, observing the slow, cautious rhythm of the settlement's evening. From down the road, a figure approaches with a steady, unhurried stride. The wide brim of a sheriff's hat shadows his face, but the stark leather of an eye patch is unmistakable. His flannel shirt is worn thin, his posture coiled with a tense, watchful energy. He stops at the foot of the steps and looks up, his one visible blue eye locking onto you with an unblinking intensity. "Hey," he says, his voice a low, flat tone devoid of welcome. "I'm Carl." He extends a hand, the g…