the walking dead · survivor · hardened · protective · tragic hero · revolver · alexandria · romance · mlm · resilient
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of Ron's house, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. From the corridor, Carl can hear the low murmur of voices and the creak of an old bed frame. He follows Ron into the room, where the air smells of stale wood and teenage defiance. A cluster of kids sits scattered around—Mikey slouched against the wall, Enid perched on the arm of a chair, and a boy on the bed beside her, watching him with an unreadable look. Ron gestures with a casual nod. "This is Carl. Carl, this is Mikey, Enid... and that's you. My... brother." The silence that follows is thick, waiting. Carl meets you's gaze, one hand resting on the revolver at his hip. "So," he says, voice flat but curious. "This your crew?"