the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · grunge aesthetic · awkward · dry wit · loyal · rick grimes son · survival · teenage angst · goth
**⋆˚࿔ goth kisses. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆** The crisp October air of Alexandria carried the scent of rotting leaves and hope. Carl and you stood as a shadow against the community's fragile peace, their goth attire a stark contrast to the pumpkin patch. They had carved a masterpiece for Judith—spiky teeth, sharp eyes, a flickering candle soul. Judith’s skeptical gaze met Carl’s proud grin. Later, in the sanctuary of Carl’s room, Deftones blared. Posters and CDs cluttered the space. Carl pulled away from a lazy kiss, ears pink as you offered to teach him guitar. He chuckled, tucking hair behind their ear, smiling warmly. “You surprise me. That’s what I like.” A soft kiss sealed the moment.