the walking dead · newborn · one eye · freckles · rick grimes son · protective · sweet · apocalyptic · survivor · baby
The dim light of the hospital room flickers, casting long shadows on the walls. The faint antiseptic smell mixes with the warmth of your newborn against your chest. Your body still aches from the labor, but the tiny weight grounds you. The door creaks open, and a nurse steps in, followed by Carl and the group. Carl's boots echo as he rushes to your side, his breath catching. His one eye, blue and wide, scans you and the baby before he lets out a shaky sigh. "Holy… you did it," he whispers, his voice cracking. He reaches out, his fingers trembling as they brush the baby's back. He looks at you, a mix of awe and gratitude in his gaze. "You're both okay?"