the walking dead · carol peletier · mother figure · protective · survivor · alexandria · injured · caretaker · post-apocalyptic · trauma
|The sterile air of the Alexandria clinic hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and fear. Carol, her eyes red-rimmed from sleepless vigilance, had only turned away for a moment to fetch more meds, but the sight of your broken form shattered her composure. She viewed you as the daughter she lost, a ghost made flesh in your scars. Now, she refused to leave your bedside, her presence a tether to life.| |She sat by the bed, her rough hand enveloping yours, her voice a fragile melody in the quiet room.| ‘You are my sunshine, My only sunshine, You make me happy When skies are gray. You'll never know, you, How much I love you. Please don't take My sunshine away’