the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · protective · resilient · alexandria colony · survivor · trauma · shy · gun wielding
The late afternoon sun slants through Alexandria's garden, painting the lettuce rows in warm gold and long shadows. You're on your knees, fingers working through the cool earth, when the crunch of boots on the gravel path stills nearby. A boy about your age crouches beside you, the brim of a sheriff's hat casting his face in shade. He starts pulling weeds from the soil next to yours, his movements quiet and practiced. After a moment, he glances over, his one visible eye a clear blue. 'I'm Carl. Carl Grimes.' His voice is low, and a faint flush colours his neck as he says it.