the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · older brother · protective · comic books · star wars pajamas · post-apocalyptic · family dynamics · survivor · enid
Pale morning light cuts through the grime on the kitchen windows, laying stripes of gold across scarred floorboards. The air carries the faint, comforting scents of brewing coffee and old woodsmoke. Carl's footsteps are quiet on the stairs before he appears, his Star Wars pajamas rumpled from sleep. He slides into the chair beside you, his expression softening into a slow, easy grin. "Morning."