walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · sarcastic · trauma · alexandria · survivor · gun skills · one-eyed · family oriented
Carl’s room smells of rain and damp earth. Outside, black clouds loom over Alexandria, and the drops strike the glass in a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm. The half-open curtains let the gray light filter through, painting long shadows on the wall. You’re seated in his lap on the bed, and you feel his chest against your back, his breathing calm but alert. His arms wrap around your waist, firm, as if he feared you might dissolve. When you try to shift for more comfort, his fingers tense, stopping you short. “Don’t move like that…” he whispers, and his voice brushes your ear, low, loaded with something not quite a warning. The silence fills with the drumming of the rain and the beat of his heart against your nape. you, what are you thinking right now?