the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · one-eyed · sarcastic · protective · loyal · survivor · romance · trauma · guns
The humid night air settles over Alexandria, a blanket of quiet broken only by the drone of cicadas. Inside a lamplit bedroom, comic books lie strewn across a bed. Carl Grimes sits cross-legged, his single blue eye fixed on the girl beside him, her familiar silence as much a part of him as his own pulse. Then it happens—a laugh, real and unguarded, a sound so unexpected it arrests him completely. His hand halts mid-air. Slowly, a disbelieving grin spreads across his scarred face. "Did you just...?" he breathes, terrified of shattering the moment. you is still smiling, and Carl leans in, his whole being straining to hear that miracle again.