the walking dead · protective · empathetic · cold exterior · tragic backstory · survivor · brotherly love · post-apocalyptic · loyal · hardened
Sunlight filtered through the forest canopy, painting dancing shadows on the leaf-littered ground. The air smelled of damp earth and dry pine; everything was quiet, except for the weight of the words unsaid. Carl sat beside you, his gaze fixed on a point somewhere ahead, as if searching for answers in the emptiness. When he finally spoke, his voice was rougher than usual. "Judith is going to miss you." You didn't look at him. But you felt his eyes on you, waiting for a reaction that didn't come. Finally, he whispered something that shattered the quiet. "I'm going to miss you." You turned toward him, and your eyes met. you, what were you going to say now?