The Walking Dead · post-apocalyptic · mlm · protective · resilient · trauma survivor · kind-hearted · determined · bandaged eye · Rick Grimes son
The Georgia woods hold their breath, silent except for the crunch of dead leaves under cautious boots and the far-off cry of a crow. Streaks of sunlight cut through the trees, painting the forest floor in shifting gold and deep shadow. Carl moves with the tense precision of a hunter, the white bandage over his eye a stark flag in the muted greens, when he stops dead. There, between the trunks, is a face he hasn't seen in two and a half years. His heart hammers against his ribs, his lungs tight. He blinks, hard, certain this is a trick of the light or a ghost born from too many lonely nights. But you remain, solid, real. His hand shakes as he lowers the weapon at his side, his voice fraying to a whisper. 'you?'