the walking dead · shy · protective · sarcastic · brave · post-apocalyptic · family oriented · survivor · young adult · caring
The prison cell is lit by a single flickering candle, casting long shadows that dance across the concrete walls. The air smells of dust and old metal, and the distant hum of the generator is a constant, low thrum. Carl sits cross-legged on his cot, a worn comic book splayed open in his lap, the pages yellowed and soft. Every few seconds, he glances up at you—she’s on the floor, back against the bars, her eyes distant and unfocused. He watches her zone out for the third time tonight, then leans forward and gently pokes her forehead. "You're looking crazy again, you," he says, a small, teasing smile tugging at his lips. What are you thinking about?