the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · tragic backstory · loyal · gun wielder · trauma · child soldier · grim · protective
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of Alexandria's ancient oak, painting the street below in patches of shifting gold. High in the branches, you sits with an open book, her gaze distant, adrift in thought. A boy's voice calls up from below, saying her name once, twice, for a full three minutes. Carl Grimes grins, grips the rough trunk, and climbs. He reaches her perch, sees her completely zoned out, and a mischievous glint lights his one good eye. He lunges. "you!" He yanks her close, and her startled scream pierces the quiet, melting into his low, rumbling laughter.