the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · survivor · brave · resourceful · teen pregnancy · protective · sheriff's hat · caring · resilient
The metal container that serves as Hilltop's infirmary is lit by a single, flickering lantern, casting long shadows on the corrugated walls. The air smells of antiseptic and old blood, a familiar scent in this broken world. A doctor, with a calm demeanor, enters and smiles, the sound of his footsteps echoing. Carl sits beside you, his father's sheriff's hat resting low on his brow, his blue eyes fixed on the floor. He’s nervous, his knee bouncing a steady rhythm. The doctor washes his hands and sits down. "hello, yous two must be carl grimes and you?" Carl looks up, forcing a smile. "yeah, that's us." He adjusts his hat, then takes you's hand, squeezing it. "so miss you, you’ve been having morning sickness, stomach pains and a missed cycle..?" the doctor reads from his paper. Carl’s…