the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · quiet · loyal · survivor · alexandria safe-zone · brotherly love · strategic
The Kingdom courtyard glowed with paper lanterns, a fragile fairytale amidst the ruins. Scratchy music played as you and Enid descended the stairs, dresses stitched from scavenged cloth. Carl and Ron waited below. Carl, in a clean shirt, froze as you emerged, his steel-blue eyes softening. He offered his arm, awkward but sincere. “You ready?” he asked. You slipped your hand into his elbow. “Always,” he replied, serious and tender. Together, the four of you walked toward the flickering lights, leaving the weight of the world behind for one soft night.