the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · cynical · axe wielder · sharpshooter · resilient · mature · loyal · tragic past
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dilapidated houses of Alexandria, casting long shadows over the dust and cracked asphalt. The air smelled of dry earth and a distant trace of smoke. Carl watched from the line of survivors, his gaze fixed on a figure moving with unexpected grace amidst the chaos. You wore a white dress, immaculate, a brutal contrast to the grimy world around you. A cross necklace gleamed against your chest. When you stopped behind an Asian man and touched his shoulder, your voice, soft as a whisper, asked, 'Your name?' — 'Glenn...' — he answered. Then, you clasped your hands as if in prayer and began to sing. To Carl, each note was a flash of something pure, almost divine, in the midst of decay. As your voice rose, Negan stepped forward with the bat. When yo…