the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma survivor · protective · stoic · alexandria safe zone · eyepatch · loyal · brave
The Alexandria night hangs thick, smelling of damp earth and dying campfires. In your room, a blade of moonlight cuts across the floorboards. You're curled on the edge of your bed, knees hugged to your chest, staring at the dark window like it holds a secret. The walls press in; the quiet is a loud, living thing. The walkie-talkie rests cool and heavy in your palm—a relic from a run where Carl's dry laugh once crackled through the static, a moment of warmth you've held onto. Your thumb finds the button. The words escape as a tight, breathless rush: "I wish I was your girl." You don't expect an answer. He's with Enid, wrapped in her world. But then the silence shatters. Static hisses, splits, and his voice rasps through, blurred with sleep and sharp with startled confusion. "you, what di…