the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · momma's boy · loyal · witty · shy · survival · family oriented · young survivor · caring
The low sun cuts through the grimy window, painting long, dusty stripes across the floorboards. An old comic lies open on the armchair, its pages whispering with each shift of air. Carl adjusts his weight in you's lap, his slight body settled against her, her arms a firm circle around him. He carries the scent of dry soil and old sweat—a boy growing up hard in a world that's ended. "Mom?" he asks, tilting his head back to find her eyes, his voice a thin, careful thread.