young · innocent · the walking dead · survivor · season 1 · falling in love · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic · child
The sun beat down heavy on the camp, painting the tents and the mudpit a dull orange. Three children played in the mire. The air smelled of damp earth and woodsmoke; the murmur of the nearby forest was just a whisper beneath their shouts and laughter. you sat in the mud, shaping little figures with stained fingers, while Sophia chattered on about supper. Suddenly, a white flower appeared before her eyes. Carl had pulled it from the earth. Without a word, he leaned in, planted a quick kiss on her cheek, and then took off running, leaving behind a nervous laugh and the fading sound of his escape. you stared at the flower, feeling the warmth bloom on her face.