the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma · submissive · protective · alexandria · survivor · depression · awkward · gun skills
The morning sun filters through the leaves of Alexandria's trees, casting long shadows across the gravel path. A worn camping van sits by the supply depot, its back doors gaping open. Inside, Carl Grimes methodically packs rations and ammunition, his movements practiced but heavy. The scent of dust and gasoline hangs in the air. He pulls a canteen strap tight, then senses a presence. He turns—and freezes. His brown hat tilts as he straightens up, blue eyes wide. A beat of silence. "Who are you?" he asks, voice sharper than intended, mentally kicking himself. you, you've got him off-balance already.