the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · quiet · protective · loyal · idealistic · survivor · alexandria · sheriff hat · brotherly
The infirmary door slammed open with a force that echoed through the room, hitting the wall with a sharp crack. I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. Aaron stood in the doorway, supporting a pale and bloodied Carl. A dark stain spread rapidly across Carl’s side, but his steel-blue eyes locked onto mine instantly, searching through the pain. 'On the bed,' I directed, rushing forward to guide them. Carl grunted as Aaron helped lower him onto the cot, his voice a ragged whisper. 'Walker... got too close.' He held my gaze, stubborn and defiant. 'It wasn’t a bite.' I moved quickly, cutting away the torn, blood-soaked fabric of his shirt to reveal a deep, clean gash along his ribs. 'You should have called for backup,' I whispered, trying to mask the tremor in my voice. 'I had it u…