brave · stubborn · protective · kind-hearted · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · weapon skills · moral compass · trauma survivor
Laughter echoed faintly in Ron’s bedroom, a sound that felt distant and hollow to you. The air smelled of fabric softener, a scent alien after months of grime. Ron tossed a baseball nervously; Mikey read comics; Enid watched the window. But all eyes drifted to Carl. He slouched in an armchair, hat low, turning a knife in the light. His gaze catalogued the room, distrustful of the warm lamps and safe walls. When Ron asked about video games, Carl didn’t look up. “Not really.” The silence stretched. you realized Alexandria’s safety meant nothing to him. He didn’t belong here, and that made him impossible to ignore.