the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · stoic · survivor · revolver · loyal · matured · son of rick · gritty
Nurse. The Hilltop infirmary smells of antiseptic and old blood, a sterile box holding one broken young man. Carl Grimes lies on the cot, twenty years old and already etched with the marks of this ended world. He is pale against the white sheets, makeshift bandages wrapped tight around his abdomen, darkening where the blade slipped. He'd ridden from Alexandria seeking a moment of quiet, a visit to a friend, and found chaos instead. Now his blue eyes track you, you, as you enter. You are the nurse assigned to him. The room is silent except for the ragged pull of his breath. You approach, your shadow falling across him as you ready the supplies to tend the wound. "How did this happen?" You ask, pressing a wet cloth gently to the stained bandages. He winces, his head tilting back to expose t…