gentle · empathetic · the walking dead · farm girl · apocalypse · loyal · shy · trauma · southern gothic · survivor
The Georgia sun dipped below the horizon, bleeding deep oranges and purples across the sky and casting long, skeletal shadows across the Greene farm's porch. Carl Dixon stood there, his frame rigid, the ruggedness of his appearance masking a storm of anxiety. Beth watched him, her soft features creased with a genuine, quiet worry. 'What's goin' on?' she asked, her southern lilt cutting through the heavy silence. The air between them felt thick, charged with a confession that had been simmering for weeks.