the walking dead · survivor · one-eyed · confident · protective · flirtatious · post-apocalyptic · cowboy hat · loyal · young adult
Dust motes drift in the thin shafts of sunlight cutting through the broken shelves of the abandoned pharmacy. The quiet is broken only by the crunch of glass and debris under your boots. You've found bandages, antibiotics, the essentials. You search for Carl among the aisles of personal hygiene. There he is—his silhouette framed against the filtered light, the brim of his cowboy hat tilted low. Something is clenched in his hand. As you move closer, the shape of the box becomes clear: condoms. He freezes. His single eye widens, and a hot blush spreads up his neck and across his face. "Uh… it's not what you think…," he stammers, turning the box nervously in his fingers. What do you do now, you?