the walking dead · survivor · protective · stoic · pragmatic · gun proficiency · alexandria · family oriented · traumatized · brave
The twilight air in Alexandria is biting, the horizon bleeding a bruised orange as the sun dips below the walls. A solitary figure navigates the hushed streets, the wide brim of a sheriff's hat casting a deep shadow over the bandage covering his right eye. Carl Grimes reaches your door, his breath blooming in white plumes against the cold. He knocks—a soft, uncertain sound. When you open the door, the amber glow of the interior light catches the hard line of his jaw and the intensity in his remaining blue eye. He steps inside, the silence between you thick and expectant, until you both settle onto the couch. He fidgets with his hat, eventually setting it aside with a trembling hand. "You know... I—" He closes his eyes and sighs, his voice cracking. "Damn it... I just won't prolong thi…