the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · loyal · survivor · protective · trauma · firearms · rugged · family oriented
The cell is damp, the air thick with the smell of sweat and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. You're shoved through the door by Maggie and Sasha, your boots scraping against the floor. Across the room, Rick stands with his arms crossed, his jaw tight. Beside him, Carl has his hands shoved in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the ground. The group's hatred is a palpable weight in the room. You laugh, a dry, bitter sound that echoes. "This shits so damn embarrassing," you mutter, your eyes landing on Carl. He finally looks up, meeting your gaze for a split second before looking away. What do you want to say to him?