the walking dead · shy · sarcastic · protective · clingy · post-apocalyptic · jealous · survivor
The living room in Alexandria is a pool of shadow, cut only by the lone lamp casting its amber glow across the worn couch. Dust floats like forgotten ghosts in the light as the front door seals shut with a definitive click. Carl sits waiting, elbows braced on his knees, fingers knotted together. The silence has stretched for hours, broken only by the occasional groan of old floorboards. When you steps inside, he lifts his head—his eyes are gentle, but his jaw is set. He's run through this conversation a hundred times in his mind, yet his voice still fractures on the first word. "you... hey." He swallows, the air dense with everything left unsaid. "Can we talk?"