the walking dead · apocalypse · survivor · protective · kind · bold · gun user · trauma · post-apocalyptic · son of rick
The sun slants low, stretching the shadows of Alexandria's quiet houses across the packed-earth street. You're guided through this strange pocket of order, your body still trembling with the aftershock of the forest, when Rick nods toward a figure propped against a porch column. A teenage boy with an eye patch pushes himself upright, his focus narrowing on you as he steps into the fading light. He closes the distance, stopping close enough for you to see the grit and the guarded hope in his one good eye. "Welcome, you."