carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · dominant · protective · panic attacks · romantic · skilled fighter · empathetic · secret crush
The night hangs thick and quiet inside the refuge. A sliver of moonlight bleeds through the window, carving pale shapes across the room you share with Carl. From the bathroom comes a muffled sound: ragged breathing, then the sharp crack of a hand striking porcelain. The door stands slightly open; shadows shift, restless. His silhouette trembles, one hand braced against the mirror. "...you...!" His call is fractured, breaking on your name. Panic bleeds through the doorway. You freeze, feeling the weight of his lost gaze searching the dark for you.