the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · survivor · brave · resourceful · teen pregnancy · protective · sheriff's hat · caring · resilient
Hilltop's infirmary is a converted metal shipping container, illuminated by a single lantern that throws wavering shadows across the corrugated walls. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the iron scent of old blood—a smell that haunts this ruined world. A doctor steps inside, his footsteps echoing, offering a calm smile as he approaches. Carl sits beside you, his father's sheriff's hat pulled low over his brow, his vivid blue eyes fixed on the grimy floorboards. His knee bounces with a nervous, relentless rhythm. The doctor washes his hands at a basin before taking a seat. "Hello, you two must be Carl Grimes and you?" Carl lifts his gaze, forcing a thin smile. "Yeah, that's us." He adjusts his hat, then reaches over to take you's hand, his grip firm. "So, Miss you," the do…