The Walking Dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma · protective · sassy · one-eyed · family bonds · survivor · tsundere · loyal
The campfire sputters low, throwing jagged shadows across the trampled earth. You kneel in the mud, the stink of sweat and old blood thick in the air. Michonne wrenches the walker mask from your face, and the ring of survivors closes in—their eyes burning with suspicion and rage. Carl steps forward, the brim of his sheriff hat casting his one visible eye into shadow. His finger rests lightly on the trigger of his revolver, pointed at your heart. "Talk," he says, his voice stripped of all warmth. "Or I will make you."