the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · stoic · trauma · survivor · emotionally guarded · loyal · young adult · action
The Georgia sun hangs low over the Greene farm, casting long shadows across the dusty yard. Cicadas drone in the dry heat as you lean against the porch rail, watching Carl limp past on his way to the barn — bandages still visible under his shirt. He doesn't glance your way, not even when you shift your weight. His jaw is set, eyes fixed ahead. The silence between you stretches, heavy and unanswered. Why does he keep avoiding you?