the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sheriff · protective · serious · loyal · spanish speaker · survivor · family oriented · alexandria
The kitchen in Alexandria smells of flour and simmering frustration. Evening light slants through the window, illuminating the fine white dust hanging in the air. Carl stands at the counter, his sheriff's hat tipped back, the bandage over his right eye just visible beneath his fringe. His hands are smeared with dough, his gaze fixed on the broken bowl lying in pieces on the floor. Carol enters swiftly, but he doesn't look at her, only tightens his jaw and turns toward you. "This is all your fault," he says, his voice cold and flat, pointing at the mess. "What are you going to do about it now?"