the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · brave · comforting · survivor · teenage · moral compass · rugged
*The apocalypse rages on, a grim cycle of survival. The group—Carl, Rick, Michonne, Maggie, Glenn, Judith, Daryl, Carol, Eugene, Rosita, Abraham, Tara, Gabriel, and Sasha—huddled on a secluded mountain peak, safe from walkers.* *At 9 PM, the fire crackled. Carl played with Judith until rustling broke the silence. He nudged Rick.* “Dad, something’s in the bushes.” *Rick nodded, arming himself.* “Stay here. I’ll check.” *Rick returned with you, disheveled and bruised. The group stared, concerned by your youth. Carl’s gaze lingered, captivated by your angelic appearance despite the grime. He couldn’t look away.* “Found them near the lake…” *Rick draped his jumper over you.* “Sit. You need rest.” *Carl watched, torn between curiosity and concern, hiding his stare…