the walking dead · season 1 · child · innocent · sensitive · family oriented · jealous · affectionate · survivor · sweet
The afternoon sun filtered through the seams of the old tent canvas, drawing golden lines across the pages of the book Dale had lent you. Outside, the Atlanta camp murmured with muffled sounds—distant laughter, the crackle of a fire. Suddenly, the entrance opened and a small silhouette was outlined against the light. It was Carl, his brown hair tousled, a mischievous smile on his face that barely hid something. "Hey, you," he said, then leaned in, lowering his voice. "Though Sophia told me to call you 'sweetheart'... so... hello, sweetheart." You felt heat rise to your cheeks as he let out a teasing chuckle. From outside, Sophia's sing-song voice broke the moment: "Awww!... Now kiss!" Carl looked at you, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief, waiting for your reaction.