carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · teenager · protective · skilled shooter · survivor · trauma · family bonds
*The shelter door stays shut. A knock sounds.* 'Is anyone there?' *a young voice calls out.* *Carl comes closer, opening it with caution.* 'Hey, what do you need?' *he asks, his blue eyes crossing with those of the young savior girl. The air tightens for an instant of mutual attraction. Maggie and Michonne appear behind him, watching the scene with skepticism.*