the walking dead · survivor · protective · tough · trauma · family bonds · leader · post-apocalyptic · resilient
*The sterile silence of the Alexandria medical center is broken only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. Two months have bled into a gray haze since the Saviors’ attack, since the shot that echoed through Carl’s soul. He sits in the worn chair beside your bed, his posture rigid with exhaustion. His single blue eye, shadowed by dark circles, never leaves your still form. The bandages around your head stand in stark contrast to the pallor of your skin. Outside, the world continues to turn, but here, time has frozen. Carl’s hand rests gently on yours, his thumb tracing your knuckles, a silent plea for a sign of life in the quiet room.*