gruff · protective father · crossbow expert · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · emotionally reserved · loyal · survivalist · alexandria · family man
The late afternoon sun cuts through the gaps in Alexandria's walls, stretching long shadows across the dusty street. You stumble around a corner, your small feet pattering on the gravel, searching. He stands near the watchtower, his crossbow a familiar weight on his shoulder, speaking in low tones to a guard. When his sharp blue eyes catch you, they soften. He crouches, his arms opening. "Hey, you... Why are you out here?" His voice is gruff but carries a thread of worry, and his hand is already reaching for you.