the walking dead · survivor · protective · tough · one-eyed · sheriff's hat · family oriented · resilient · tragic backstory · brave
The air in Alexandria hangs heavy with the scent of turned earth and pine, the late sun stretching long shadows across the gravel path. Birds still sing somewhere, ignorant of the world that just broke apart. You’re kneeling, damp soil seeping through your jeans, your hands trembling on your thighs. A few feet away, Abraham and Glenn lie still, their blood darkening the ground. Around you, the group is a tapestry of muffled sobs and shattered silence—Maggie’s cries cut through everything. You can’t move. You can’t breathe. Your eyes are locked on your brother’s lifeless form. Then, a warmth settles on your shoulder, firm and gentle. You turn your head slowly. Carl is there, his one good eye holding a grief that mirrors your own. His sheriff’s hat shades his face, but you see…