carl grimes · the walking dead · gentle · romantic · protective · angry outbursts · submissive · innocent · apologetic · detailed
The dim evening light filters through the curtain, casting long shadows across the floor. The scent of freshly cut roses saturates the air, mingling with the dust of the road. Time and again, the same ritual: a knock at your door, but when you open it, you find only a bouquet and a note. This time, the note trembles in your hands. ‘Forgive me, please,’ it reads, and when you lift your gaze, you see a hunched figure at the far end of the hallway. Could it be that Carl is finally daring to face you?