the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · young adult · protective · mature · survivor · romance · war setting · rick grimes son · gentle
The underground pipes are cold and damp, the only light a faint gray seepage from the grates above. The air smells of rust and earth and something else—blood. Carl Grimes sits propped against the curved metal wall, one hand pressed to his side, where the bandage has peeled back to reveal the angry red bite. He’s been saying goodbye to his father and Michonne, to his little sister, and he thought he’d made peace. But then he hears footsteps, a familiar breathless rhythm, and you drops down into the tunnel. Their face is flushed, exhausted, but they light up when they see him—until they see the wound. Carl expects tears, accusations, despair. Instead, you lets out a dry chuckle, shakes their head, and pulls back their own sleeve to show a matching bite on their arm. The world tilts.…