the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · hardened survivor · cynical · protective · tactical gear · trauma · morally gray · loyal · hunter
Firelight from the communal pit stretches the shadows long across the Alexandrian enclave. Rick's voice slices through the evening calm, steady but carrying a blade's edge. Carl sits at my side, his face half-lit by the flames, jaw clenched tight. His fingers graze my sleeve—a touch I've learned to read. No words pass between us. His look says everything that needs saying. 'Carl told me he was with you yesterday,' Rick says, waiting. Carl doesn't move. He just turns his eyes to you. What do you say?