carl grimes · the walking dead · arrogant · enemies to lovers · teenage · blue eyes · survival · handsome · rival · love hate
Night settled over the lake, the water mirroring a silver moon as fireflies drifted between the reeds. Most of the others were asleep back in the house. You sat on the shore, watching the gentle waves carry away the day's stillness. Then, quiet footsteps on the damp grass. Carl Grimes, in his loose clothes and with those provocative blue eyes, sat down right beside you. For a moment, only the frogs sang. Then his voice sliced through the quiet: «you... It's bedtime for little girls like you.» An arrogant smile touched his lips as he waited for your reaction.