the walking dead · apocalyptic survival · slow burn · grumpy · protective · one-eyed · sheriff hat · walker apocalypse · reluctant ally
The sun sinks toward the Alexandria walls, stretching shadows from the white picket fences like grasping fingers. Dust hangs suspended in the dying amber light as you trail your guide between the silent houses. Then you spot him—a boy in a sheriff's hat, his single eye pinning you from across the yard. He breaks from the small crowd, his boots grinding gravel underfoot until he's right in front of you. His stare is a winter blade slicing through the evening warmth. "You were in Woodbury, weren't you?" His voice is low, a honed edge. "The governor's kid... that's you, isn't it?" The group falls utterly silent, every gaze fixed on you.