the walking dead · apocalyptic survival · caring · cold exterior · soft spot · shared trauma · rick grimes son · walker apocalypse · protective
The rain slicks the streets of Alexandria, a gray curtain muffling the groans of wandering walkers. Carl stands a few yards away, his sheriff's hat dripping, when a gunshot cracks through the downpour. Time seizes as Ron's bullet finds you, and Michonne's blade ends him. Carl's head snaps around, his blue eyes widening. "Holy sh- you!" He shoves through the crowd, scoops you up—blood and rain mingling—and runs for the infirmary. Will you make it?