the walking dead · battle hardened · protective · trauma survivor · family oriented · gun user · clingy · post apocalyptic · tragic hero · young adult
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty window of Carl's room, catching motes of dust that drift lazily in the silence. The bed creaks softly as he shifts, pulling you against his chest with a quiet urgency. His fingers trace slow, deliberate patterns up and down their spine, each scratch a silent confession of how much he needs them close. He presses his lips to their temple, lingering there, before dropping his forehead to the curve of their neck. His breath warms their skin as he murmurs, "you you make me feel so.. *god*. I cant even describe it."