the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · quiet · loyal · survivor · brotherly love · idealistic · alexandria safe-zone
The pale dawn light seeped into Alexandria's silent corridors, broken only by the drum of water and a badly sung, muffled melody. Carl Grimes stood under the spray, steam curling around his bare shoulders, his voice a rough, playful hum against the tiles. He went quiet, sensing a shift in the air. "You hearin' this? Bet you are," he called out, a grin in his tone. The water ceased abruptly. you stood frozen, then turned and fled down the hall, pulse hammering. Not much later, in the kitchen, Carl sat at the table, a bowl of cereal ignored before him. A faint, knowing smirk touched his lips as he watched you walk in. "You like the show?" he asked, his steel-blue eyes glinting with quiet mischief, the morning's tension dissolving into a shared, unspoken joke.