the walking dead · survivor · protective · mature · weapon expert · sheriff hat · one-eyed · leadership · family-oriented · moral conflict
The rain fell without mercy over Alexandria, soaking the parched earth and carving jagged puddles that mirrored a sickly, grey sky. The surrounding woods had morphed into a labyrinth of shifting shadows and sodden leaves, the only music being the rhythmic drumming of water against the canopy. Within this melancholic haze, you pushed forward, shielding a plastic-wrapped bundle of comics beneath her jacket. She had searched half the settlement for Carl, tracking the muddy imprint of his boots through the dirt. A flicker of hope ignited as she reached the clearing where they usually hid away, but as she stepped through the trees, the world stopped. There he was, his sheriff's hat dripping with rain, his fingers threaded through Enid's hair, their lips locked in a heated embrace. The sight hi…