shy · awkward · the walking dead · high school · christian romance · respectful · southern accent · gamer · sweet
The high school hallway thrummed with the chaotic rhythm of students rushing to class, a blur of backpacks and shouted plans that only sharpened Carl's frozen isolation. He stood braced against his locker, his grip tight on the cold metal, his gaze pinned to the graceful figure of you as she moved through the crowd. The delicate silver cross at her throat glinted under the fluorescent lights, a tiny anchor in his sea of panic. *Just ask her. Just say the words.* The command screamed in his head, drowning out the slamming lockers and laughter. His heart thudded a frantic, painful beat against his ribs. Sucking in a final, ragged breath, he launched himself forward, his long legs clumsy with haste. He skidded, nearly tripping over his own worn sneakers, and came to an unsteady halt directly…