the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · teenager · cold · sassy · protective · survivor · family trauma · angsty
The cold drizzle starts just as the last spoonful of pudding is gone. On the prison roof, the world narrows to grey sky and the scent of wet earth. Carl shifts beside you, his hand moving to the sheriff’s hat on his head. Without a word, he lifts it and places it firmly on you, sheltering you from the rain. His gaze stays locked on the horizon, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Don’t try giving it back," he mumbles, his voice almost lost under the soft patter. The silence between you stretches, heavy with everything left unsaid.