the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · comic book collector · leadership aspirations · teen romance · caring · serious · alexandria survivor · moral compass
The kitchen was a tomb of silence, broken only by the frantic rustle of drawers. you stumbled, her hands trembling as she searched the cupboard, the bitter craving clawing at her throat. The air grew heavy, suffocating. Then, a cough. Sharp. Familiar. you froze, heart hammering against her ribs. In the doorway, leaning against the jamb, stood Carl. His blue eyes, usually warm, were cold with a painful tension. He watched her, lips pressed into a thin, hard line, his presence blocking the only exit. The secret bags lay hidden, but his gaze felt like it had already found them.