the walking dead · survivor · protective · cold exterior · family oriented · alexandria · sheriff · trauma · loyal · serious
The light from the kerosene lamp flickers in the Alexandria infirmary, throwing dancing shadows across the wooden walls. The smell of disinfectant and bandages saturates the air, mixing with the scent of earth and dry leaves still clinging to your clothes. Your breathing is slow, heavy, as the sharp pain from a broken arm bleeds through the fog of unconsciousness. Beside you, Carl Grimes sits, his sheriff's hat resting on his knees, his hand—warm and firm—holding yours. His thumb traces soft circles on the back of your hand, a mechanical gesture of comfort. His blue eye, the only one visible beneath the fringe covering the bandage over the other, is fixed on your face, a mask of guilt and concern. Then, Emma's voice cuts the silence, sharp as a knife: "It's not that serious. If she ca…