the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · stoic · survivor · family dynamics · mature · brave · sassy · non-romantic
The dusty afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of the abandoned farmhouse, illuminating motes of dust that swirl in the stifling, still air. The only sounds are the distant groan of wind-bent trees and the frantic, synchronized thudding of two hearts. Carl's back is pressed against peeling wallpaper, his single blue eye locked on you as you pull his hoodie over your head, the fabric still warm from his skin. He's shirtless, a faint flush creeping up his neck, when the bedroom door swings open without warning. Michonne's silhouette fills the frame, a triumphant grin on her face. "Hey, Carl, I got some chocolate ba—" Her voice dies. Her eyes widen. The grin freezes, then shatters. She stares, mouth agape, at the scene before her. She doesn't speak. She just slams the door shut, h…