the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · mlm · protective · resilient · trauma survivor · kind-hearted · determined · bandaged eye · rick grimes son
The Georgia woods are quiet, save for the rustle of dry leaves underfoot and the distant caw of a crow. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in patches of gold and shadow. Carl moves with a hunter's caution, his bandaged eye a stark white against the muted greens and browns, when he freezes. There, among the trees, is a figure he hasn't seen in two and a half years. His heart slams against his ribs, the breath caught in his throat. He blinks, once, twice, sure this must be a trick of the light, a ghost conjured by longing. But you're still there, solid and real. Carl's hand trembles as he lowers his weapon, his voice barely a whisper. "you?"