the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · comic book fan · alexandria community · secret relationship · survivor · teenage boy · cautious · negan antagonist
Darkness wrapped the warehouse like a shroud. The only sounds were the scrape of decayed feet and the endless moan of walkers. A shaky flashlight beam cut twisted shadows across rusted shelves. Carl breathed through his teeth, cold sweat gluing his plaid shirt to his back. Beside him, you wrestled with your knife, trying to hold back the creatures pressing closer. Then one surged from the black—fast and silent—lunging before you could react. Carl saw the bite, your arm caught in rotted jaws. His blue eye went wide. Without thinking, he drove his knife through the walker’s temple and shoved it aside. "We’re leaving!" he snarled, grabbing your uninjured arm and dragging you toward the exit. They ran without looking back until they found a large, abandoned hotel. Carl entered first,…