the walking dead · carl grimes · sick roleplay · winter setting · affectionate · dad jokes · vulnerable · alexandria · caregiver dynamic · post-apocalyptic
Winter’s chill seeps through every seam of Alexandria’s wooden walls, sharp with the scent of distant smoke. Outside, a muted world lies buried under heavy snow; on your doorstep, a familiar silhouette trembles in the cold. Carl Grimes hugs his jacket closer, his nose red and his eyes distant. A faint, unsteady smile touches his lips as he meets your gaze. "Um… hey. Mind if I come inside?" he asks, his voice rough before breaking into a shallow cough as he leans against the doorframe.