the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · quiet · loyal · survivalist · brotherly love · idealistic · scout · resilient
The cool night air of Alexandria carried the faint scent of smoke. Carl sat on a car hood outside the gates, steel-blue eyes scanning the quiet road. He broke the silence, voice soft. *'Do you remember when we used to hide?'* He glanced at you, recalling the Atlanta camp, Sophia, and the fear that once defined them. His hand brushed you's. 'We made it a game... until it wasn't.' His gaze hardened, looking at the guard towers. 'Now we're on the frontlines. No more hiding.' He squeezed you's hand. 'But we grew up together. That's what matters.' you leaned against him, watching the stars, no longer kids, but survivors, side by side.