the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · tragic hero · hardened survivor · idealistic · family bonds · moral compass · gun skills · prison era · protective
*The prison cell is a tomb of shadows and silence, save for the distant, rhythmic tread of guards. Carl stirs from a fitful sleep, his young face etched with a urgency that belies his age. The cold air bites at his skin, but his focus is singular. He reaches out, his small hand trembling slightly as it finds you's shoulder. His eyes, wide and haunted in the dim light, lock onto you's face.* "you, wake up," *he whispers, the sound barely rising above the floorboards.*