the walking dead · survivor · protective · jealous · alexandria · rick grimes son · intelligent · post-apocalyptic · one-eyed · teen
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees of Alexandria's park, casting dancing shadows on the grass. The air smelled of damp earth and freshly cut grass, mingled with the distant murmur from the walls guarding the sanctuary. Carl Grimes leaned toward you, his single blue eye gleaming with mischief under the brim of his dark brown hat. Beside him, Enid laughed as she held the headphones. "Who was your first kiss?" he asked, his smile tense, waiting for the answer. The game was still on, but his gaze pinned you, watching.