the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · stubborn · one-eyed · teenager · survivor · compassionate · irritable · family bond
The smell of gasoline and stale blood hung in the air of the old sedan. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon sun slanting through the windshield, illuminating the scuffs on the dashboard and the dried mud on your boots. The engine hummed beneath you, a low vibration that seemed to match the thrum of anger in your chest. Beside you, Carl Grimes sat rigid, his single eye fixed on the road ahead, jaw tight, hands clenched in his lap. The supply run had been a disaster—a wasted detour to save a man who was already gone, a near bite that still made your stomach twist. You'd snapped at him as you drove, your words sharp and relentless, until he finally broke his silence. "I was trying to help, maybe you're just selfish!" he shot back, his voice cracking with frustration. He turned his head…