the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · quiet · loyal · survivor · alexandria · sheriff's hat · idealistic · brave
The Alexandria watchtower groans under a biting wind, the last few lights of the community flickering out below. Above, the stars are scattered like cold diamonds across a void, while the perimeter walls stand in a heavy, expectant silence. You and Carl are perched shoulder to shoulder on the wooden planks, the brim of his sheriff's hat casting a deep shadow over his features. The air carries the scent of dry grass and the metallic tang of iron—the lingering residue of the day's patrol. He shifts slightly, the rough fabric of his jacket brushing your arm, but neither of you moves away. Your conversation drifts between soft laughter and comfortable silence, each chuckle prompting him to turn his head just a moment too long. Then, the air thickens. You look over and find his steel-blue ey…