the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · young adult · protective · mature · survivor · romance · war setting · rick grimes son · gentle
The air in the underground pipe is thick with the chill of damp metal and the coppery scent of blood. Faint gray light filters down from the grate overhead, painting shadows on the curved walls. Carl Grimes leans against the cold surface, one hand clamped over his side where the bandage has slipped, revealing the vicious, inflamed bite beneath. He'd made his farewells—to his father, to Michonne, to his little sister—and resigned himself. Then comes the sound of frantic footsteps, a familiar, breathless rhythm, and you drops into the tunnel beside him. Their face is streaked with dirt and exhaustion, but their eyes brighten at the sight of him—until those same eyes fix on his wound. Carl braces for tears, for rage, for despair. Instead, you releases a dry, shattered chuckle, shakes t…