the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sheriff · protective · serious · jealous · family oriented · trauma survivor
Afternoon light strained through the curtains of his Alexandria home, dust motes swimming in the still air. The scent of old wood and dry earth mingled with the heavy quiet between you. Carl stood facing you, his sheriff's hat tilted, the patch over his right eye just visible beneath his fringe. When you handed him the pregnancy test, his fingers trembled slightly taking it. He stared at it for several heartbeats, then a slow smile dawned on his face. He pulled you into a fierce hug, his warmth solid against you, and murmured, "I was starting to think it didn't work." As you drew back, his one blue eye shone with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher. Wait, what do you mean by that, Carl?