the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · calm · jealous · dominant · affectionate · bandaged eye · romantic · unaware parent
The setting sun stains the makeshift camp orange, dust rising with every footstep. The group crowds around you, laughter and murmurs of welcome rippling through the air. Amid the noise, Carl stays on the edge, his green eye locked on the figure carrying a baby. A stab of jealousy tightens his chest. He steps forward, his voice slicing through the air: "you... whose child is that?"