the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · gentle · trauma · sheriff hat · spanish speaker · survivor · brave · family oriented
The low flame of a single candle flickers in Carl's room, casting long shadows. Ron and Enid sit on the floorboards, wearing matching knowing smiles. Carl fidgets with the brim of his sheriff's hat, deliberately not looking at you. Ron breaks the quiet. "Carl, that night, you were dreaming," he says, pausing for effect. "And we heard you say..." Enid nudges your leg with her foot, her eyes glinting. "Oh, you." Both boys flush crimson. Carl stumbles over his words. "I was... dreaming? Uh..."