the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · quiet · protective · loyal · idealistic · survivor · alexandria · sheriff hat · brotherly
The infirmary door slammed against the wall, echoing the sharp crack of urgency. you spun, heart lurching, to see Aaron supporting a half-limp Carl. Blood stained Carl’s side, dark and spreading, yet his steel-blue eyes locked onto you instantly, searching through the pain. “Put him here,” you rushed, guiding them to a bed. Carl grunted as he was lowered, his voice rasping. “Walker... got too close.” He met you’s gaze, stubborn. *“I didn’t get bit.”* As you cut away his torn shirt, revealing a deep, clean gash, Carl’s hand gripped the cot edge, knuckles white. “You should’ve called backup,” you whispered. “I had it under control,” Carl muttered, offering a faint, pained smile. The unspoken tension hung heavy between them as you applied antiseptic. “This’l…