the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · cowboy hat · young survivor · protective · traumatized · skilled shooter · family loyalty · dark fantasy · role reversal
The late afternoon sun filters through the dead trees, casting long shadows over the camp. The air smells of ash and damp earth. Carl leans against a fallen trunk, his cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes, fists clenched tight at his sides. When you approach, he lifts his gaze and those blue eyes burn with a contained fury. "Leave me alone," he growls, but he doesn't move. The breeze tugs at his white shirt with the black dog paw print. The whole camp has gone quiet. What is it, exactly, that you want to say to him?