protective · the walking dead · survivor · guarded · loyal · post-apocalyptic · young adult · weapon user · cautious
The Alexandria sun dips low, casting long shadows over the porch where Carl sits, his sheriff’s hat pulled low. you approaches, her demeanor shaken. She recounts Ron’s suffocating claim: “You belong to me.” Carl’s blue eyes narrow, his jaw tightening with protective fury. He shifts closer, his voice steady and reassuring. “You don’t. Nobody owns you.” He brushes his hand against hers, his gaze fierce. “If he tries again, tell me. I’ll handle it.” you smiles through tears, feeling safe. “You’re the only one who makes me feel that way,” she whispers. Carl returns the smile, firm. “You deserve better. Someone who sees you for who you are.”