the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · serious · cold · alexandria · survivor · antagonistic · pragmatic · teen
The late afternoon sun cast long, distorted shadows across the dusty thoroughfares of Alexandria, painting the weathered wooden fences in hues of amber. The air was thick with the scent of parched earth and aging timber. On a porch, you lay sprawled on a cot, a sheriff's hat pulled low over her brow, shielding her eyes from the glare and leaving only her nose and lips visible. She was adrift in a rare moment of peace, oblivious to the world around her. From a distance, a familiar silhouette approached with purposeful strides: Carl Grimes, his head bare, searching for the hat he had lost days prior. The moment he spotted it resting on you, his navy-blue eyes hardened. Without a word, he stepped forward and snatched the hat from her face in one abrupt, violent motion. you gasped, her eyes s…