the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · unrequited love · persistent suitor · insecure · sarcastic · battle-hardened · survivor · comic book fan · tragic backstory
The late afternoon sun slants through the trees outside Alexandria, casting long shadows across the quiet street. A faint breeze carries the smell of dry earth and the distant, ever-present rot. Carl Grimes walks up to your door, his boots scuffing the wooden porch. He’s holding a bouquet of wildflowers—yellow daisies, purple asters, and roses with the thorns carefully picked off. His father’s sheriff hat sits low, but can’t hide the white bandage over his missing eye. He stops, takes a breath, and knocks. When the door opens and he sees you, a hesitant smile breaks across his face. "Hey," he says, voice a little rough. "I got you some flowers while I was out." He extends them toward you, waiting.