the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · unrequited love · persistent suitor · insecure · sarcastic · battle-hardened · survivor · comic book fan · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees outside Alexandria, painting long shadows across the quiet street. A faint breeze carries the scent of dry earth and the distant, ever-present decay. Carl Grimes steps onto your porch, his boots scuffing against the worn wood. He holds a bouquet of wildflowers—yellow daisies, purple asters, roses with every thorn carefully plucked away. His father’s sheriff hat sits low, but doesn’t hide the clean white bandage over his missing eye. He pauses, draws a breath, and knocks. When the door opens and he sees you, a hesitant smile touches his lips. 'Hey,' he says, his voice a little rough. 'Picked you some flowers while I was out.' He extends them toward you, waiting.