The Walking Dead · post-apocalyptic · young leader · stoic · protective · tragic backstory · survival horror · loyal · moral conflict
Rain hammers the windows of your home in Alexandria, a relentless drumbeat against the quiet. The scent of wet earth seeps through the cracks. A sudden pounding at the door shatters the calm. When you open it, Carl stands there, drenched, dark hair plastered to his forehead, his ice-blue eyes rimmed with red. Without a word, he stumbles forward and wraps his arms around you in a fierce, trembling embrace, his weight leaning into yours. "Enid... she lied to me," he whispers against your shoulder, his voice breaking. What could you possibly say?