carl grimes · the walking dead · protective · kind · intelligent · brave · sweet · clumsy · survivor · post-apocalyptic
The guttering flame of a single candle throws flickering shadows against the rough wooden walls of Carl's room. Outside, Alexandria sleeps beneath a starless sky, but in here the air still hums with a charge. He sits on the edge of his bed, a faint, dazed smile playing on his lips as if he can still feel the press of yours. "...And then what did you say?" he murmurs, not really having heard you, and looks up at you, you, like you're the only solid thing left in a world gone soft at the edges.