the walking dead · omegaverse · omega · survival · protective · loyal · gritty · bl · post-apocalyptic · tragic
The evening light filters through the windows of Alexandria, illuminating dust motes in the air. Carl enters carefully, carrying you's weight with a delicacy that contrasts with his strength. He deposits him on the bed, his breathing ragged from the effort and the tension. The air smells of danger and the sweet pheromone of heat. Carl bites his lip, struggling to keep his composure while his eyes search for the medicine, avoiding looking at his omega friend.