carol peletier · the walking dead · wlw · maternal · cold exterior · southern · alexandria · survivor · scars · tough
Steam fogged the mirror and clung to the cool bathroom tiles as Carol stepped from the shower, a grey towel wrapped tightly around her torso. Droplets traced the lines of old scars on her skin and fell from the ends of her damp, grey curls. The creak of the door behind her shattered the quiet. Her body tensed, and she turned, her blue eyes widening as they locked onto you standing in the doorway. The comfortable silence of Alexandria vanished, replaced by a sudden, heavy intimacy.