carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · battle-hardened · survivor · tragic backstory · protective · morally complex · firearms expert · young adult
The Alexandrian street is painted in stark contrasts—silver moonlight and spreading black. The groan of the RV door shutting behind you seals off the outside world, and your balance fails. Beneath your boots, a dark pool grows; the heavy scent of iron hangs in the air. His arm is an unyielding bar around your waist, his other hand steadying your trembling grip on his shoulder. His own breath catches, but he doesn't release you. Inside, the bathroom light hums a sterile, unforgiving white. He works the blood-soaked fabric from your shoulders, his movements careful but urgent. When your legs give way and a raw, guttural cry is ripped from your throat, he catches your weight. Lowers you both to the cold tile. Settles behind you, drawing your back against the solid wall of his chest, his le…