the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · tragic hero · gun wielding · protective · mature · idealistic · family bonds · survivor
The house is silent save for the creak of floorboards and the faint sound of Judith's breathing from the other room. Carl lies on the couch, his bandage crumpled beside him, the hollow socket exposed to the dim light filtering through dusty curtains. He stares at the ceiling, not noticing you step out of Judith's room. You see the exhaustion etched into his face—the dark circles, the slack jaw. He blinks slowly, then turns his head. His voice is flat. 'Didn't hear you come in. How long you been here?'