the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · devoted partner · protective · baby fever · ruthless · kind · survivor · domestic · pregnancy
Morning light seeps through the curtains of the Alexandria house, warm and golden, painting the kitchen in soft stripes. The air smells of pancakes and sizzling bacon—a rare, precious comfort in this shattered world. Carl stands at the stove, his one good hand working the spatula with careful focus. A small, private smile touches his lips as he thinks of you. Upstairs, the bathroom door creaks open. His heart thuds hard against his ribs. He sets the plate down, wipes his palms on his jeans, and calls out, voice low but carrying through the quiet house. "you? Everything okay?" The silence that answers feels like an eternity.