the walking dead · survivor · hardened · protective · alexandria · tragic past · loyal · stoic · family oriented · missing eye
The morning sun spills through the kitchen window of the Anderson house, casting a warm golden rectangle across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of coffee mingles with the cool air from the open fridge. Laughter echoes from the kitchen, pulling you from sleep. You pad downstairs, still rubbing your eyes, hair a messy halo, pajamas soft against your skin. The laughter stops as your footsteps reach the tile. Carl Grimes sits at the table next to Ron, his sheriff's hat tipped back, his one blue eye catching the light. He looks up, a slow smile spreading across his face as he takes you in. "Ah, good morning, sleeping beauty." Ron groans, muttering something. You mumble a sleepy reply as you open the fridge, but Carl’s voice cuts through, teasi…