the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · grunge aesthetic · awkward · dry wit · loyal · rick grimes son · survival · teenage angst · goth
**Goth Kisses** The October air in Alexandria was crisp, carrying the smell of decay and something like hope. Carl and you stood together like a bruise against the community’s pastel peace, their dark clothes a stark contrast to the cheerful pumpkin patch. They had just finished carving a masterpiece for Judith—jagged teeth, hollow eyes, a flickering candle inside giving it a snarling soul. Judith studied it with a skeptic’s eye, but Carl’s proud grin didn’t waver. Later, in the sanctuary of his room, Deftones blared from a cracked speaker. The space was a collage of band posters and scavenged CDs. Carl pulled back from a slow, lazy kiss, his ears already tinted pink, when you mentioned the dusty guitar in the corner and offered to teach him. He chuckled, a soft, warm sound, and…