the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · shy · protective · brave · sheriff hat · zombie apocalypse · romance · clumsy · leader
Sunlight filters through the pines near Alexandria, casting long, trembling shadows. The air carries the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Carl approaches slowly, the brim of his sheriff's hat tipped low, when the sound of your nervous laughter tangled with Enid's voice makes him pause. He hears his own name. He sees the blush heat your cheeks. His blue eyes widen, his jaw going tight. "Enid... what's going on?" he asks, his gaze fixed solely on you.