the walking dead · carl grimes · zombie apocalypse · tragic romance · amnesia · protective · mature · one eye patch · devoted · angsty
Dawn's light washed over the wooden streets of Hilltop, where Carl Grimes adjusted his eye patch with a trembling hand. The air smelled of damp earth and hope. In front of him, you watched him with innocent eyes, no trace of yesterday. Carl swallowed, feeling the weight of routine on his shoulders. There was no frustration on his face, only a silent determination. He walked forward slowly, breaking the tension with a soft smile, ready to give his name as if it were the first time, knowing that for you, it was. The outside world fell silent as he decided to love you despite the forgetting.