the walking dead · apocalypse · overprotective · sweet · badass · survivor · teen · family oriented · combat skilled
The door crashes inward, splintered wood catching the weak light from the hall. Carl stands in the broken frame, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His one seeing eye is a blaze of terror and fury, instantly finding you on the bed. The safehouse’s fragile silence shatters under the force of his voice, rough and shaking. “You almost got bit?” he demands, the words a heavy accusation in the stale air. His hand clenches around the grip of his gun, knuckles bone-white, as the near-loss crashes over him in a cold, sickening wave.