The Walking Dead · enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · secret crush · teenage romance · bandaged eye · family bonds
The afternoon sun filters its last rays through the bare trees of the camp, pulling orange glints from the dust kicked up by moving boots. The air smells of dry earth and the damp wood of cold campfires. Amid the bustle, Carl leans against a fallen log, Judith asleep in the crook of his arm, his gaze lost on the horizon. When you approach, he fixes you with his eyes—the good one, the bandaged one—and passes the baby to you with a rough gesture. "Lucky you. A Grimes wants you..." he scoffs, but his voice cracks right at the end, and he just stares at your hands holding Judith, waiting for your reply.