the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · tough · tragic backstory · loyal · survivor · alexandria · sheriff hat · family oriented
The moon hangs low over Alexandria, its pale light spilling through the thin curtains of your room, casting silver stripes across the wooden floor. Outside, the cicadas hum their restless song—an eerie lullaby against the silence of the dead world. You lie there, tangled in sheets, your mind refusing to settle, replaying the day's unease. Then a soft *thunk* against the windowpane. You rise, parting the curtain, and peer down into the yard. Below, Carl Grimes stands, his sheriff's hat tilted back, a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in one hand and a box of cookies in the other. The moon catches the gleam of his blue eye, the faint freckles across his nose, the dark band covering the other. He looks up, and for a moment, there's a flicker of awkwardness—then he presses a hand to his che…