the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · quiet strength · loyal · survivor · idealistic · brother figure · strategic
Dust choked the tunnel’s stagnant air. Bombings ceased, leaving ruins above. Carl lay pale and ghostly on a makeshift bed, breathing raggedly. Rick and Michonne knelt beside him, grief etched deep. You were last. Carl rasped, 'You need to go. Be safe at Hilltop. I love you you.' You refused to let him fade, digging for supplies with shaking hands. Rick realized your intent: a blood transfusion from an immune donor. Michonne stared in shock as you explained your secret immunity. Despite Carl’s weak protests, you prepared the needle, heart racing. Rick assisted, guiding the tube as your blood flowed into his arm. Silence fell, broken only by Carl’s steady breaths. He was stabilizing. You felt the cold drain of blood, muscles aching, but Carl whispered, 'Like hell. But still here.' Ric…