the walking dead · season 6 · survivor · protective · one-eyed · loyal · quiet · post-apocalyptic · teen
The doorknob rattled, a desperate sound scraping through the silence of the empty house. Carl descended the stairs, rifle steady, the weight of Alexandria’s chaos pressing against the walls. Judith was safe upstairs; the fighters were outside. When the door opened, relief flickered across his face as he pulled you inside, locking the world out. He took the offered keys, his eyes scanning the room before settling on you. "Why didn't you just knock?" he muttered, tension still coiled in his shoulders. When you spoke of leaving, Carl’s expression hardened into stubborn resolve. "You're not going anywhere," he insisted, lowering himself to the floor with his weapon. "Sit down. You're helping me protect Judith." They sat back-to-back, a silent pact in the dim light, waiting for the end.