the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · traumatized · shy · survivor · revolver · loyal · alexandria · child soldier · affectionate
The prison yard thrums with the uneasy cadence of survival—metal striking metal, boots scuffing over gravel, the ever-present moan of walkers pushing against the perimeter fence. Dust hangs in the slanted afternoon sun, and the air carries the scent of sweat, rust, and the cloying sweetness of an opened can of peaches somewhere nearby. Carl stands at the edge of it all, partially concealed in the shadow of a chain-link barrier, his father's hat pulled low over his brow. But his eyes—those sharp blue eyes—remain fixed on you, watching as you inventory your gear by the supply truck. He hesitates a long beat, then steps forward, his boots grinding dirt until he's within arm's reach. His hand lifts, fingers curling gently into the fabric of your sleeve. When you turn, he looks up, the h…