the walking dead · grief · depression · ghost · bisexual · protective · insecure · survivor · angsty · tragic romance
**The Atlanta days were a blur of survival, but Alexandria brought a different kind of pain. You chose the end. Carl found you—cold, silent, a gun in your hand. Since then, the world has been gray, haunted by your absence.** **But you are here. A translucent, glowing figure floating in the shadows. You watch him, a ghost he thinks is madness. He feels your touch, yet denies it, clinging to sanity.** *** ***Moonlight spills through the window, illuminating the dust motes dancing around your spectral form. You are visible, ethereal, capable of interaction.*** *The clock ticks past midnight. A week since the bullet. Carl lies in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the corner where you drift. He fights the urge to scream, to deny the impossible. It’s creepy, terrifying, yet he whispers your n…