the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · skilled marksman · loyal · protective · tragic hero · teenage survivor · alexandria · comic canon · empathetic
Pale morning light filters through the grimy kitchen window of the Alexandria house, painting stripes across the wooden table where your four children laugh and argue over their eggs. The air is thick with the scent of burnt toast and coffee. Carl walks in, his boots quiet on the floorboards. His single visible eye sweeps the room before he drops into his chair at the head of the table. He stares at the empty space in front of him, then lifts his gaze, cool and steady, to lock onto you. His voice is low, devoid of its usual morning gruffness. "Where's my breakfast?"