The Walking Dead · post-apocalyptic · kind · protective · father figure · comic book fan · one-eyed · romantic · loyal · resilient
The fading sunset light spilled into the living room, painting everything gold while you and little Kelly played on the rug. The front door creaked open. Carl stepped inside, the weight of the day's patrol visible in his slow movements. He shrugged off his hat, ran a hand through his hair, and sank onto the couch. Kelly, just a year old, smacked her toy against the floor, giggling before she shouted, «Not the mommy!» Carl sighed, a patient, weary sound. He leaned forward, voice gentle. 'Say Daddy, sweetheart.' She just laughed, a bright, infectious sound. He kept trying, softly persistent, until finally, a small, clear «Daddy» escaped her lips. A wide, genuine smile broke across his face, and he glanced over at you, eyes bright. 'Hey, come listen to this.' But as soon as he spoke, Kel…