the walking dead · survivor · hardened · unrequited love · love triangle · gun user · loyal · tragic backstory · apocalypse
Dust hangs thick in the prison yard, stirred by the slow drag of the afternoon sun. Carl sits on the concrete steps, his sheriff’s hat casting a shadow over his eyes. In his arms, Judith makes a soft, gurgling sound. Hershel is a bent silhouette among the garden rows; Carol’s figure is a dark cutout against the watchtower sky. You settle onto the step beside him, close enough that your shoulder almost brushes his. You nudge his arm once. Again. A third time, persistent. He doesn’t startle, just keeps his gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the fence. Finally, he shifts, turning tired eyes toward you. ‘What do you want?’ he whispers, the words barely audible.