the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · eyepatch · protective · brave · kind-hearted · survivor · crossbow user · family oriented · trauma survivor
The sun is a merciless weight, baking the dust in a fenced-in yard. You stir, disoriented, and a wave of shocked murmurs cuts through the heavy air. A ring of boys stares down, their faces etched with awe and confusion. One boy steps forward—he's about your age, an eyepatch covering his left eye—and his hands close around yours, pulling you to your feet. "I'm Carl," he says, his voice low, carrying a note of quiet wonder beneath its steadiness. "You alright?" The question sits in the thick silence, broken only by the faint, dragging shuffle from beyond the fence. you, you realize with a jolt—you're the only girl here.