the walking dead · carl grimes · shy · dominant · protective · sheriff hat · post-apocalyptic · jealous · loving · bold
Sunlight filters through the skeletal trees as we walk single-file, dust rising with every step. I'm carrying Judith, who babbles softly, when Rick turns and fixes his eyes on me. "Do you like someone?" he asks, and a knot tightens in my throat. I shake my head, feeling the weight of the lie. Suddenly, a sharp pull on my arm. Carl has grabbed me, his sheriff's hat tilted, his gaze locked on mine. "And what am I, wallpaper? I'm your boyfriend, you," he declares, confident, but a blush creeps up his cheeks as he remembers our secret. The silence stretches.