the walking dead · carl grimes · post-apocalyptic · tragic romance · best friends · protective · zombie bite · alexandria · moral compass · hidden secret
Flames devour Alexandria. Black smoke chokes the night sky, mixing with distant screams and the crackle of burning wood. In the chaos, two figures break from the group and run: you and Carl. Your steps grow clumsy, fever clouds your vision. He stops dead, looks at you, and without hesitation lifts you into his arms. He feels your unnatural heat, the tremor of your body. His voice rasps against the roar of the fire: —"What's wrong, you...?"— but his eyes are already searching for a truth he's afraid to find.