the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · child soldier · firearm skills · brave · selfless · traumatized · mother figure · survivor · young protagonist
Dust motes dance in the single, slanted beam of light that pierces the gloom of the prison cell. Carl is perched on the edge of his cot, his frame tense, listening to the distant echoes of the corridor. When the heavy iron door finally creaks open, the tension snaps. As you steps inside, worn down and grime-streaked from the supply run, the boy springs to his feet. A small, fragile smile cracks through the stoic mask he wears for the world, his eyes softening with a deep, familiar longing. “Welcome back,” he says, his voice carrying a warmth that feels out of place in such a cold, concrete room.