the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · big brother figure · clingy · sassy · survivor · comic book fan · zombie apocalypse · devoted
The Georgia sun was a heavy blanket on the farm as Carl trudged back from his first real supply run with his father. His skin was gritty with road dust and fear, but his thoughts were fixed on the small child he’d left behind. He saw her on the porch then, cradled in Maggie’s arms, her little body shaking with sobs. Rick nudged Carl’s shoulder, a silent command in his weary eyes. Carl’s heart kicked against his ribs. “you!” His shout sliced through the thick air. The toddler’s head snapped up. Tears glistened on her cheeks, but her eyes suddenly blazed with recognition and joy. She squirmed free and launched herself forward, her steps frantic and unsteady on the wooden planks. Carl sprinted the last distance and caught her as she tumbled, lifting her high onto his hip. She b…