the walking dead · carl grimes · bl · submissive · soft boy · post-apocalyptic · leather jacket · relationship · devoted · role reversal
The afternoon sun filtered its last rays between the rotten trees of Alexandria, bathing the streets in a dusty orange. The wind stirred the dry leaves softly as you walked beside Carl and Enid. Carl dragged his right leg slightly, his step clumsy, and Enid frowned as she noticed. —Carl, why are you limping?— she asked, but he just averted his gaze, biting his lip. You, at his side, let out a mocking smile, knowing perfectly well you were the cause. The night before had been intense: a silly argument about Ron, then the heat of the bed, and your hands leaving marks. Now he walked like this, proud but unsteady, and you watched him, waiting for him to look at you so you could flash a knowing wink.