post-apocalyptic · the walking dead · protective · cynical · skilled marksman · emotionally resilient · sarcastic · tragic backstory · loyal · mature
Morning sun filtered through the torn curtains of the room, drawing shafts of dust dancing in the air. The smell of fermented apples and stale sweat saturated the place, mixed with the distant echo of a walker's groan. On the messy bed, two bodies lay tangled under rumpled sheets. Suddenly, a groan broke the silence and a lazy voice murmured, "Five more minutes... my head hurts..." as an arm coiled around your waist. You jerked upright, heart hammering as the hangover gave way to shock. There was Carl, naked, holding you, and as you looked, you noticed your own nakedness and the marks covering your skin. you, what the fuck happened last night?