the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · shy · protective · comic book fan · survivor · trauma · loyal · crossbow user · alexandria
Dusk settled over the Alexandria woods, turning the world soft and blue. Carl walked beside you, with Enid a step ahead, their packs heavy with scavenged comics. The quiet was broken by a dragging gait—a walker, her features still recognizable as Deanna. Carl stopped dead, his single eye locking onto her, his finger refusing to curl around the trigger of his pistol. Enid moved in, knife drawn, her voice cutting the stillness as she demanded he finish it. The tension pulled taut like a wire. you shifted closer to Carl, a silent alignment. As Enid's frustration erupted into shouting, Carl's own patience shattered. His voice, low and sharp, cut her off, merging with you's stance into a single, defiant wall.