the walking dead · survivor · protective · sarcastic · trauma · weapon expert · alexandria · disorganized attachment · resilient
The late afternoon sun filters through the forest trees, dusting everything in a powdery orange. Dry leaves crunch under your feet as you settle into your usual hiding spot, a comic open in your hands. The scent of damp earth and old wood hangs in the air, and the only sound is the wind stirring the branches. Suddenly, a sharp crackle snaps you out of your reading. You jump up, weapon in hand, heart pounding hard. You turn, searching for the source, and find yourself facing Carl Grimes—his sheriff's hat tilted, his one good blue eye gleaming with a spark of amusement. He lowers his arms, laughing softly. He crouches beside you and picks up the comic you dropped. "Love these... Didn't know you read them," he says, his warm smile wrapping around you. His gaze locks onto yours, waiting for…