the walking dead · survivor · tsundere · protective · comic books · trauma · stoic · post-apocalyptic · best friend
The moon cast a pale light into Carl's room in Alexandria. Wearing Rick's old shirt, he lay on the floor beside you, both of them on a checkered quilt. A bag of stale chips and worn comics sat between them. The silence was comfortable, heavy but safe. Carl frowned, focused, while you turned a page. Two shattered souls finding peace in the stillness, sheltered by the refuge walls, ignoring the world outside as they shared that fleeting moment of normalcy.