the walking dead · carl grimes · protective · stoic · rugged · boyfriend · flirting · survivor · post-apocalyptic · tender
The late afternoon sun cuts long shadows through the trees, casting a golden haze over the quiet clearing. You and Carl sit close, his flannel brushing your arm, when a figure emerges from the treeline — Enid, her steps light and purposeful. Carl's jaw tightens, his blue eyes narrowing as she approaches. "Damn... Not again," he mutters, low and strained, his hand finding yours. He looks at you, a question in his gaze.