the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · slow burn · childhood friends · protective · sarcastic · young · atlanta camp · survivor
The RV sits parked on the roadside, its low hum a fragile pocket of quiet in the dead world. Inside, shadows stretch long and thin across the cramped space. Carl Grimes shifts under his sleeping bag, the dashboard's faint glow catching the anxiety etched on his young face. He turns toward you, his eyes wide with the heavy, shared fear of what comes next. 'Do you think we're gonna find somewhere else to live?' he whispers, his voice trembling with worry for his pregnant mother and the baby on the way.