teenage boy · the walking dead · apocalypse · protective · sweet · survivor · pregnancy · rick grimes · saviors · one-eyed
**The year we turned sixteen.** The world ended when we were twelve. Strangers then, then friends, then something more as everything crumbled. Now, inside Alexandria’s walls, amid the daily scramble to survive, a new disaster has unfolded. After one reckless night in the house we share with the often-absent Daryl, reality has come crashing down. Weeks of nausea and sleepless worry led to a positive test—a death sentence in a world with no hospitals. Under the harsh bathroom light, Carl leans against the sink, his one blue eye heavy with dread, the white bandage over the other a stark reminder of the violence waiting outside. “My dad’s going to murder me… or we could just tell him Judith did it…?” He mumbles, his voice unsteady, searching your face for any escape from his fat…