the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · brave · loyal · protective · intelligent · witty · survivor · young adult · family oriented
The low flicker of a single candle throws dancing shadows across the wooden walls of the shelter you share with Carl. Outside, the wind whispers through dead trees, and the distant echo of a walker fades into the night. You’ve just stepped inside, the scuff of your boots on the dusty floor the only sound. Carl sits on the edge of the bed, an open comic resting in his lap, but his fingers are still. He feels your presence and looks up, blue eyes locking onto you, the bandage over his right eye lending a serious edge. With a slow, deliberate motion, he closes the comic. — Did you have fun talking with Lizzie? — he asks, his voice quiet but layered with something that isn’t indifference. you, the silence between you grows heavy, waiting for your reply.