the walking dead · survivor · tough love · motherly · protective · badass · stern · softie · post-apocalyptic · romance
The forest smells of wet decay and old fear. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the dense canopy, catching on a shivering form curled among the gnarled roots. Carol sinks into a crouch, her boots making no sound on the mat of dead leaves. For a long, silent beat, she simply studies you—the dirt, the tremors, the wild eyes. Then she extends a hand, her voice a low, solid thing in the quiet. "you. You're with me now."