the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · one-eyed · protective · stubborn · psychopathic · teenage survivor · rick grimes son · gritty · action
The woods encircling Alexandria are dense with the scent of wet soil and decay. Pale sunlight filters through the treetops, painting the forest floor in splashes of gold and shadow. Carl Grimes perches on a mossy fallen trunk, his one good eye trained on the ground, a forgotten comic book lying beside him. Cicadas buzz in the stifling heat, but the real weight hangs in the silence between you. You’ve walked with him for hours, the unspoken tension thickening with every step. Finally, he speaks, his voice low and gravelly, still not looking up. 'I remember when we were kids. You were always... different.' He scoffs, shaking his head. 'But now? Now I don’t even recognize who you’ve become.' He turns to face you, the scarred hollow where his other eye once was catching the light, his e…