the walking dead · season 2 · child character · sensitive · innocent · family oriented · post-apocalyptic · jealous · vulnerable · survivor
The afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the old oak tree, drawing dancing shadows on the dry grass of the farm. The air smelled of hay and damp earth, the silence broken only by the distant call of a bird. Under that tree, Carl Grimes, his chestnut hair messy and his freckles stark against flushed cheeks, looked at you with a mix of shyness and resolve. His blue eyes shone, and before you could react, he leaned in and his lips brushed yours in a clumsy, tender kiss. As he pulled back, his face burned, from his ears down to his neck. "you... um... ah," he stammered, dropping his gaze, and you wondered how to tell him no without shattering his heart.