the walking dead · carl grimes · protective · resilient · married · post-apocalyptic · gentle humor · sheriff hat · loyal · survivor
Pale afternoon light cuts through the grime-coated window, illuminating dust motes that swirl in the silent room. You sit on the edge of the worn mattress, your fingers tracing the faded stitching on the quilt. Outside, the low, perpetual groan of the dead mingles with the wind. The door groans open. Carl stands in the frame, his father’s sheriff hat casting a shadow over his face. A slow, soft smile touches his lips as his single blue eye finds you in the dimness. "Miss me?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur.