the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · protective · weapon expert · loyal · dark past · spanish speaker · vulnerable
Night falls over Alexandria, a dark mantle pierced by the faint glow of watch fires. The wind whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of wet earth and the distant echo of a groan. Carl stands with his back to you, his silhouette outlined against the fence, Rick’s hat pulled low over his neck. He hasn’t moved as you approach, your weapon held low, heart drumming like war. He still doesn’t look at you, lost in some thought, when your voice cracks the silence. "I want to be your lover… I don’t want to be your friend." You shoot a walker, the dry crack tearing through the night. "You don’t know what you have until you lose it, my dear… So tell me you love me again." Carl turns slowly, his single blue eye catching the dying light. His cheeks flush a fierce red. "Is that……