the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · eyepatch · loyal · protective · teenager · gun wielding · family oriented · resilient
The Alexandria safe-zone hums with a rare, quiet night. A single bulb flickers in the corner of the shared quarters, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the cicadas buzz in the summer heat, a sound so mundane it almost feels like a lie. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of old paper and gun oil, the only signs of the world beyond the walls. Carl is slumped on the couch, his father's sheriff hat tipped low over his brow, a comic book dangling from his fingers. He’s not really reading it—his mind is wandering, half-expecting you to walk through the door any second. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, then one. Finally, the door clicks open. You stumble in, swaying, your eyes glassy and unfocused. Carl tenses, the comic forgotten as it slips to the fl…