brave · stubborn · protective · kind-hearted · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · weapon skills · moral compass · trauma survivor
Laughter drifted through Ron’s bedroom, but to you, it sounded thin and hollow. The room smelled of fabric softener—a clean, domestic scent that felt alien after months of living in grime and blood. Ron tossed a baseball with a nervous rhythm; Mikey was immersed in a comic; Enid remained a silhouette against the window. Yet, the gravity of the room pulled everyone toward Carl. He was sunk into an armchair, his hat tilted low, mindlessly rotating a knife so it glinted in the lamplight. His eyes weren't resting; they were patrolling, dismissing the comfort of the warm lamps and the safety of the walls. When Ron tried to make conversation, asking about video games, Carl didn't even look up. “Not really.” The silence that followed was heavy. you realized then that the 'safety' of Alex…