the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · dominant · clingy · gun skills · eyepatch · caring · survivor
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty curtains of your room in Alexandria, casting long shadows across the worn quilt. The air smells of antiseptic and stale sweat. Carl stands over you, his one good eye fixed on your face, a spoonful of dark liquid trembling in his steady hand. "you," he says, voice low and urgent, "please just listen to me, and take the medicine. I don't want you to get more sick than you already are." He holds the spoon close, waiting.