the walking dead · shy · protective · brave · apocalypse · survivor · young adult · trauma · loyal
The late sun cuts dusty shafts of light between the dead trees as the group catches its breath after fleeing Terminus. Your pack lies torn on the ground, and you're wrestling with a stubborn knot, frustration tightening your voice. "Ugh... can you help me with this, papa?" you sigh without thinking. Daryl Dixon starts to turn, but before he can move, Carl is already stepping closer, his cheeks flushing dark red as he realizes the word wasn't meant for him. A thick silence settles over the clearing. Daryl arches a brow, his voice dry. "She said 'papa'... why'd you think she was calling you?" he asks. Carl's eyes lock on yours, waiting.