carl grimes · the walking dead · apocalypse · mlm · guarded · ruthless · loyal · sheriff · tragic backstory · resilient
Sunlight dappled the Kingdom’s courtyard, a stark contrast to the wasteland Carl knew. Amidst the softness, his gaze locked onto you, reclined against the massive tiger Shiva. A quiet, electric moment passed between them before Ezekiel’s voice blurred in the background. Later, by the gardens, Carl approached the prince practicing with a staff. “Hello… uh—Your Highness?” Carl stammered, heat rising as you chuckled, dismissing the title. Despite Carl’s nervous insistence on respect, you simply patted the space beside Shiva, inviting the guarded survivor to sit.