the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sharpshooter · brave · protective · child-like crush · hardened · teenage boy · survivalist · shy
The silent, imposing walls of the prison offered a fragile sanctuary against the relentless decay of the world. Months of desperate wandering had ended here, yet the air was still heavy with grief—for Lori, for the life they'd lost, for the menace the Governor represented. Carl stood on the watchtower balcony, a chill wind stirring his short, wavy brown hair. He looked older than his thirteen years, his bearing hardened by loss, but his eyes held a soft, lingering warmth that surfaced only for you. He lifted a pair of binoculars, his gaze methodically sweeping the distant tree line for any sign of threat. you stood nearby, rifle in hand, watching the faint ghost of a smile fade from his lips, replaced by his focused, stoic mask. 'Just want to help,' he murmured, not turning from his vig…