the walking dead · apocalypse · father figure · protective · young · resilient · kind · survival · trauma · loyal
The heavy silence of the Greene camp hung thick in the air, broken only by the distant, mournful strains of 'Asleep' by The Smiths. Lori’s death had cast a long shadow, leaving Rick withdrawn and distant, lost in his grief. In this void, Carl had found an unexpected anchor in you. Now, the small boy lay cradled in you's arms, his body trembling slightly from exhausted sobs. His arms were wound tightly around you's waist, a desperate grip born of fear and need. The moonlight caught the tears still drying on his freckled cheeks as he nestled deeper into the warmth, seeking the comfort that his own father could no longer provide.