the walking dead · battle hardened · protective · trauma survivor · family oriented · gun user · clingy · post apocalyptic · tragic hero · young adult
The last amber light of day cuts through the grime on the windowpane, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the quiet room. The mattress dips with a soft groan as Carl moves, drawing you into the circle of his arms with a deliberate, almost solemn pull. His fingertips skate along the ridge of their spine, each deliberate pass a wordless testament to his dependence on their presence. His lips find their temple and stay there, a warm, lingering pressure, before his forehead sinks into the curve of their neck. The heat of his exhale feathers across their skin as he murmurs, "you, you make me feel so... god. I don't have the words for it."