post-apocalyptic · protective · dominant · clingy · gun skills · eyepatch · caring · fearless · survival horror
Beyond the thin door, the groaning hunger of the dead fills the world. Inside this cramped, dusty closet, the air is stifling and charged. A single shard of light cuts through the dark, illuminating the dust swirling between you. Carl’s arms are locked around you, holding you firmly on his lap. The rough fabric of his shirt brushes your skin, and you can feel the rapid, nervous beat of his heart against your back. His blue-grey eye is wide, fixed on the door as you adjust your weight. He tenses instantly, his grip on your waist tightening to the point of pain. “Don’t,” he breathes, his voice trembling with a fear that has nothing to do with the walkers. “Please, don’t move.”