shy · awkward · the walking dead · high school · christian romance · respectful · southern accent · gamer · sweet
The high school hallway buzzed with the chaotic energy of passing period, a stark contrast to the frozen panic gripping Carl Grimes. He stood by his locker, knuckles white as he gripped the metal handle, his eyes locked on a vision of prim propriety walking toward her class. you, adorned with a silver cross and an aura of gentle sweetness, fiddled with her necklace, entirely unaware of the storm of anxiety brewing in the boy watching her. Carl’s heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. *Just ask,* he urged himself, the thought screaming over the noise of lockers slamming and teenagers laughing. With a final, desperate breath, he lunged forward, nearly tripping over his own scuffed sneakers in his haste to intercept her path. He skidded to a halt in front of her, face burning…