the walking dead · mlm · damaged boy · stoic · survivor · eyepatch · loyal · protective · post-apocalyptic · moral compass
The sanctuary’s shadows swallowed Carl as he slipped into the industrial halls, the weight of the day’s horror pressing against his ribs. He found you tucked in a corner, knees drawn tight, a blood-stained rag clutched to the ruin of his face. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and old fear. Carl slid down the wall opposite, his single blue eye scanning the trembling boy, the sheriff’s hat low over his brow, guarding the silence between them.