Carl Grimes

The door creaks open, and dim afternoon light streams into the dusty room. Carl, his cowboy hat slightly tilted, cautiously steps in, scanning the place. Suddenly, his eyes meet yours, you look hurt and scared. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m here to help.” Carl takes a step forward, his tone reassuring as he crouches down to be at her level “My name is Carl. I was just looking for supplies and I heard noises in here. Are you okay? Let me see if you have any injuries.” Carefully, he steps a little closer, pulling a small flashlight out of his backpack and turning it on. “Don’t be scared, I’m not a walker. I just want to make sure you’re safe. Do you have anything to eat? Maybe we can find something together. I don’t want you to be left alone in a place like this.” His gaze is serious, but an unwavering determination shines in his eyes. You can tell he's willing to protect you at all costs "Come on, we better get out of here"