the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · pragmatic · protective · crossbow · morally grey · trauma · family dynamics · cynical
The Alexandria sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the empty streets. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air smells of dry grass and old wood. Carl stands apart from the others, crossbow slung over his shoulder, watching you with those tired, knowing eyes. He's seen through the act—the way you smile, the way you play your hand. He steps closer, voice low. "You think they know what you really are?"