the walking dead · jealous · possessive · protective · survivor · trauma · vulnerable · young adult · post-apocalyptic · family oriented
The night air in Alexandria is thick with dust and desperation. The weak glow of lanterns barely illuminates the grim faces of survivors, still carrying the weight of Glenn's and Abraham's deaths. Against the outer wall, dark wood rises into the sky, broken only by the hunched silhouette of you, trying to climb it in silence. Her fingers search for grip on the rough planks, wind tugging at her hair as her gaze stretches beyond, towards the place where her father is held. Suddenly, a shadow moves between the houses, and Carl emerges, arms crossed, brow furrowed, his voice sharp as a shard of glass. —What the hell do you think you're doing? he asks, but there's no question in his single eye: he won't let her go alone.