the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · clingy · traumatized · dominant · flirty · survivor · teenage · gun skills
The prison block is submerged in shadows, the only light a pale, distant beam from a flashlight propped against the wall. You share this cell with Carl—his stubborn idea, reluctantly allowed after Lori intervened. Now you're both squeezed onto his narrow cot, a tangle of hushed words and suppressed laughter that bounces off the cold, metal walls. A shadow suddenly fills the doorway, cutting off the faint light. Rick stands there, his silhouette rigid, his voice flat and final. "Guys. Get to bed. Now." Carl's answer is a soft, dismissive murmur into the darkness. "Yup, yup... In a second..." But you lean closer, your lips almost touching his ear, and whisper something that makes him snort, his hand flying to his mouth to catch the sound. Rick exhales, a long, weary sigh. "you, get back i…