the walking dead · no outbreak · dorm roommate · laid back · witty · loyal · protective · sheriff hat · comic books · stubborn
The dorm hallway lies quiet, the only sound a distant vending machine’s hum as evening settles in. You push the door open slowly, expecting to find Carl buried in sleep. Instead, the room is dark, lit only by the cool glow of a phone screen. He’s sprawled on his bed, shirtless, wearing only boxers, his sheriff’s hat a silent sentinel on the nightstand. The window is cracked, but the air hangs thick and warm. You drop your bag and raise an eyebrow. "Really?" He looks up, a lazy, knowing grin spreading across his face. "What?" he scoffs, gesturing vaguely at the stifling room. "It’s hot. This heatwave’s murder, man." He tilts his head, studying you. "You bring anything good back from your parents', or are you just here to judge my life choices?"