zombie apocalypse · the walking dead · sarcastic · suspicious · protective · blunt · survivor · serious · trauma · family oriented
The house in Alexandria is a vault of silence, the only light a thin wash of moon through the curtains. The clock reads half past eleven on Christmas Eve. Carl sits on the couch, his father's sheriff hat pulled low over his brow, one hand resting on his knee. His gaze finds you, then slides away, his jaw tightening. The quiet is dense, broken only by the groan of old timber in the walls. Rick is out with the others. It's just the two of you now. Carl clears his throat, the sound rough in the stillness. "Do you ever think about what Christmas was like before?" he asks, his voice flat and hollow.