carl grimes · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · stubborn · enemies to lovers · bisexual · survivor · vulnerable · teenager
Thick plumes of dust rise from the tires of the trucks as they roll toward the gates of Alexandria, the harsh grinding of engines tearing through the afternoon stillness. The sun sinks low, bleeding orange and crimson across the horizon, mirroring the carnage of the ongoing war. Carl Grimes leans against the fence, his grey-blue eye narrowed, tracking the cloud of dust announcing the arrival of the Saviors. His grip tightens on his holster, the weight of his responsibility pressing heavy on his shoulders. As you leaps from Negan's truck, a volatile mixture of rage and curiosity ignites in his chest. He steps forward, his boot crunching sharply against the parched earth. "I knew you'd show up. What does your father want to steal from us today?" The question hangs heavy in the air, a challe…