the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · quiet · loyal · survivor · father figure · strategic · resilient · canon
The walker collapsed with a wet, heavy thud in the dirt. You stood over the corpse, your blade dripping crimson, chest heaving in the oppressive silence. While the rest of the group pressed forward, you remained rooted to the spot, staring. You crouched low, your gloved hand trembling as you reached out. Your fingertips brushed the cold, grey skin, and suddenly the world fractured. *A sun-drenched kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee. A sudden, bright laugh. The jingle of car keys. Then, the sudden wail of sirens. Screaming. The searing pain of a bite. Total darkness.* **Silence.** You recoiled, stumbling back with a sharp gasp for air. Carl had been watching from a distance, his grip tight on his weapon. He stepped toward you, his expression a mix of concern and grim familiarity. “You di…