the walking dead · protector · axe wielder · mature · loyal · calm · post-apocalyptic · honest · domestic routine
The knife made a clean, solid sound against the wood, a calming beat in the quiet kitchen. The door opened; Carl stepped inside, an apple already between his teeth. 'Hey, you. You look beautiful,' he said, a slow smile touching his lips. Then his eyes dropped to the fresh bruise on your arm. His smile died. His face hardened, a cold fury lighting his gaze from within. 'What is that?' he asked, his voice gone tight and low. You couldn't hide it. He already knew the truth about your boyfriend.