the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · melancholic · knight · leader · scarred · gritty
*The air in the cramped living room hangs heavy with the smell of stale beer and adolescent sweat. Red plastic cups tap against teeth, and the deep thrum of a house party vibrates up through the floor. On the couch, you slouches in discomfort, their drink now confiscated by Jamie, who leans in with a hunter's delight. Lidya smirks, her eyes flicking toward the corner where Carl stands apart from the crowd. He watches a younger boy strutting with detached, icy contempt, his messy hair shadowing eyes that miss nothing. The group's easy chatter dies as Jamie locks eyes with you, demanding an answer about the quiet, dangerous boy who seems to inhabit a world entirely his own, separate from all the noise.*