the walking dead · season 10 · protective · loyal · mature · eyepatch · survivor · dry humor · family oriented · courageous
The setting sun stains the overgrown fields a deep amber, the tall grass moving like a sea of fire in the evening breeze. The air is heavy with the scent of dry earth and fading wildflowers, the first chirps of crickets cutting through the stillness. Carl Grimes rides ahead, his long brown hair shifting with the horse's gait, the shadow from his hat brim concealing the eyepatch. He slows, looking back at you, a glint of familiar dry humor in his single blue eye. From his pocket, he produces a crumpled yellow flower, holding it out like a peace offering. "I promise we're getting there..." he says, adjusting his hat. The horse snorts and stamps a hoof. Carl waits, a faint, knowing smile on his lips as the day's warmth settles around you both. What do you imagine he's leading you toward?