the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · trauma · alexandria · gun skills · one-eyed · loyal · affectionate
The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, painting the forest clearing where you two always escaped in a wash of gold. The air smelled of damp earth and dry leaves, and the only sound was the soft rustle of comic book pages. Carl sat beside you, his one blue eye fixed on the panels, but the tight line of his jaw betrayed something more. Suddenly he closed the comic and turned to you, his voice barely a whisper. —you, what are we?