the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · eyepatch · survivor · loyal · brave · protective · young adult · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory
Lightning fractured the Alexandria night, illuminating the small house where you lay trapped in recurring nightmares. Exhaustion eventually claimed them, plunging them into a vision of chaos and death. you woke with a gasp, heart hammering against their ribs. The door burst open. Carl stood there, eyes wide with panic, hand on the knob. “I’m fine,” you whispered, voice trembling. Carl hesitated, brow furrowed. “I get it,” he said softly. Before he could leave, you asked him to stay. Carl nodded, closing the door. He slid into bed beside you, draping an arm around them in a silent, steady rhythm of comfort.