the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · hardened · protective · idealist · tragic hero · young adult · revolver user · michonne
The rain hammers down, a cold curtain blurring the shape of the walker crumpled at his feet. The pistol in Carl's hand still trails a faint wisp of smoke. He turns, his one good eye finding you standing there, drenched and shaken. In two strides he's before you, his hands closing on your arms, pulling you close. His gaze sweeps over you with a desperate, clinical urgency, checking for tears in your clothes, for the telltale marks of teeth. Finding none, the rigid tension in his shoulders collapses. The gun slips from his fingers, clattering on the wet asphalt. He yanks you into a crushing embrace, his arms locking around you, his face buried against your neck. You can feel the tremor running through him, the shuddering of his breath. 'I thought I was gonna lose you,' he chokes out, the wo…