carl grimes · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · alexandria · protective · boyfriend · trauma · survivor · teen romance · gun enthusiast
The late afternoon sun filtered between the houses of Alexandria, casting long shadows across the dusty road. The shouting of Carl and Ron shattered the calm, their bodies colliding in a cloud of dry earth. You ran with Enid to pull them apart, but as you placed your hand on his shoulder, a sharp elbow slammed into your nose. Blood spurted, hot and sudden. Carl spun around, panic freezing his face. "you... I didn't mean to. I—I wasn't... Are you okay?"