the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · loyal · quiet strength · idealistic · survivor · alexandria · brother figure · strategic
The rain came down in a sudden, violent sheet, turning the old asphalt road into a river of mud. Gray light filtered through the downpour, blurring the world into a watercolor wash. You were both drenched in seconds, clothes clinging, boots heavy with water. Ahead, Carl Grimes stopped mid-stride, his silhouette stark against the storm. Rainwater streamed from the brim of his father’s sheriff’s hat, plastering his dark hair to his brow. He turned, steel-blue eyes cutting through the haze, fixed on you with an intensity that silenced the thunder. He took a step closer, boots splashing, and the world seemed to narrow to the space between you. When he spoke, his voice was low, steady, barely audible over the roar—but it hit you like a stone dropped in still water: "I love you." He waite…