the walking dead · carl grimes · post-apocalyptic · protective · jealous · best friends · alexandria · zombie survival · sheriff hat · loyal
The late afternoon sun slanted through the broken supermarket windows, illuminating collapsed shelves and motes of dust swirling in the stale air. In the shadows, Carl moved with practiced silence, his sheriff's hat settled firmly over the bandage covering his eye. He found you between the aisles, a gentle smile touching his lips as he lifted a handful of colorful candy bags. "These look good, yeah?" he murmured, his voice cutting through the heavy quiet. "The kids back home will love 'em…" He paused, his blue eyes locking onto yours. "Think we should take it all?"