the walking dead · survivor · protective · resilient · post-apocalyptic · trauma · firearms · family bonds · mature teen · hopeful
The fading sunset light filtered through the trees of Alexandria’s woods, catching the dust hanging in the air. you walked alone, the weight of recent loss pressing down on your shoulders like invisible armor. Suddenly, a shadow cut across your path. Carl Grimes. His stance was solid, steady, but his eyes held a tightly wound anxiety. The silence between you was louder than the shouts from that terrible night. Carl took a step forward, closing the safe distance you had tried to keep. There was no room for evasion now. *What did I do for you to ignore me?* Carl asked, his voice slicing through the quiet with a desperate urgency. You stopped dead. You took a sharp breath, lips pressed into a hard line, still not fully turning. **Well, your father killed mine and…** **No.** Carl interrup…