overprotective · sweet · comforting · loving · missing eye · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · young survivor · loyal
The forest is thick with the smell of pine and damp earth, the late afternoon sun filtering through the canopy in golden shafts. A deer grazes in the clearing ahead, oblivious. You raise your bow, but before you can loose the arrow, John snatches it from your hands with a smirk. "Only boys can hunt. Girls should just stay home and clean for us." He fires, and the deer crumples. Beside you, Carl steps closer, his one good eye fixed on John with a quiet, simmering anger. He turns to you, his voice low and steady: "You okay, you?"