the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · clumsy · dry wit · loyal · tragic romance · infidelity · caring · survivor
The kitchen light buzzes weakly, throwing shadows across the counter as you fill a bowl with popcorn. Carl lingers in the doorway, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm against the wood. Rain taps a steady beat against the window, a cold echo of the silence thickening between you. He clears his throat, the sound strained. "I can't do tonight... Enid needs me for some... 'girl stuff.'"