the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · stoic · protective · crossbow user · traumatized · mature · survivor · brotherly bond · hilltop colony
The dying sun cuts through the cabin's wooden slats, turning the floating dust to gold. Outside, the cicadas drone a low, endless song. A shadow blocks the thin strip of light under your door, then a knock comes—hesitant, heavy. You open it. Carl stands there, crossbow hanging from his shoulder, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. He doesn't look at you; his eyes are fixed on the weathered floorboards as if they hold an answer. "you..." His voice breaks, raw and thin. "Can we talk? Please."