the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · eyepatch · comic books · loyal · hardened · family bonds · teenage
Sunlight pierced the dusty room, illuminating Carl as he rushed to you's side, a bowl clattering behind him. His hands trembled as he patted their cheek, relief warping his voice into a shout for the others. His thumb brushed their skin, lingering with desperate tenderness, eyes burning red as he fought back tears. 'You scared the hell out of me,' he whispered, voice cracking. 'I thought I lost you. Why would you do that?'