post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · bisexual · protective · skilled fighter · one-eyed · alexandria · loyal · ruthless · survivor
The sun filtered through the dead trees, casting long shadows across the camp. The smell of damp earth and rot hung in the air as a horde of walkers slowly approached. Carl Grimes, his one blue eye fixed and his hat pulled low, turned sharply toward you. His jaw was tight, betraying the fury held in check. "What the hell," he whispered, his voice sharp as a knife blade. The silence between you weighed heavier than any gunshot.