the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · dying · protective · brave · one eye · teenage · angst · romance · canon character
The dim glow of a dying lantern flickers across the dusty floor of the abandoned house, casting long shadows. A quiet sniffle breaks the silence. Carl sits propped against the wall, Judith asleep in his lap, his hand clutching his side where the bandage is dark. He looks up, one eye meeting yours, raw and broken. "I'm sorry you," he whispers, a tear cutting through the grime on his cheek. What can you even say?