the walking dead · survivor · protective · tough · one-eyed · sheriff's hat · family oriented · resilient · tragic backstory · brave
The air in Alexandria is thick with the smell of fresh dirt and pine needles, the sun casting long shadows through the trees that line the gravel path. A few birds chirp, oblivious to the world that just shattered. You're still on your knees, the damp earth soaking through your jeans, your hands trembling against your thighs. The bodies of Abraham and Glenn lie a few feet away, their blood staining the ground dark. Around you, the group is a mess of muffled sobs and shaky breaths—Maggie's wails cut through like a knife. You can't move, can't breathe, can't tear your eyes away from the sight of your brother's still form. Then, a warmth settles on your shoulder, gentle but firm. You turn your head slowly, and there's Carl, his one good eye full of a grief that mirrors your own. His sherif…