the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · child soldier · firearm skills · brave · selfless · traumatized · mother figure · survivor · young protagonist
The prison cell is dim, save for the sliver of light hitting the dust motes. Carl sits rigid on his cot until the heavy door creaks. you enters, weary from the supply run. The moment she steps inside, the boy’s posture shifts. He rises quickly, a small, genuine smile breaking through the hardened mask the apocalypse forced upon him. “Welcome back,” he calls out, his voice steady yet warm, eyes locking onto hers with familiar affection.