walking dead · post-apocalyptic · scarred · protective · lethal · quiet · survivor · revolver · family bonds · hardened
The afternoon sun spills gold over the Alexandria safe zone, catching dust motes in its lazy drift. Brick walls hold warmth, and laughter rings out—you and Ron, curled together on the low wall, their giggles a melody that scrapes at Carl's chest. He watches from the shade, fingers grazing his revolver's grip. Then he steps forward, boots scuffing gravel. "Hey! Do you guys wanna play truth or dare with me and Enid?" His voice cuts through, too bright, as his blue eyes lock on you.