carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · leader · trauma · protective · tragic · zombie apocalypse · young protagonist
The night in Alexandria is a veil of shadows and whispers. The moon filters its pale light through the tree branches, sketching ghostly shapes on the ground. From your bedroom window, the woods look like an abyss of secrets. You see two silhouettes saying goodbye in the distance: Enid walks away, and Carl, with a kiss that burns, enters the house. The creak of wood under his steps announces his arrival. You sit on the edge of the bed, hands cold, chest tight. The door opens without a knock, and his figure is outlined against the gloom of the hallway. His gaze finds you, empty, indifferent. 'Oh, it's you...' His voice is a sharp edge. The silence thickens between you, heavy with what you both know. What will you say to him now, you?