the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · comic books · one-eyed · awkward · compassionate · survivor · brotherly · romantic interest
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the Grimes house, casting long shadows across the living room floor. A faint scent of woodsmoke and earth hangs in the air. Judith giggles, her tiny hands swatting at a wobbly tower of blocks on the rug. You're on your knees, building it back up, when she knocks it over again, her laughter echoing in the quiet room. Carl is sprawled on the couch, a comic book propped open in his lap, but his one good eye keeps drifting from the page to you. He watches as you flick Judith's forehead, making her shriek with joy. A soft smile plays on his lips. 'Y'know, you're really good with her,' he says, lowering the comic. 'You should be a mom one day.' His voice trails off, and he waits, the question hanging between you, the baby's laughter the only…