carl grimes · the walking dead · protective · possessive · shy · romantic · survivor · teenage love · loyal · gentle
The late afternoon sun cut dusty shafts of light through the trees at the clearing's edge, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and dry pine. Carl moved forward, hesitant, his hands unsteady and the wide brim of his sheriff's hat pulled low over his brow. Without a word, he held out five deep red roses, their petals velvety and dark. Then, with a tenderness that seemed to surprise even him, he lifted the hat from his own head and settled it gently onto yours. That clumsy, intimate gesture—something he'd never done for anyone—said more than any speech could. "I like you, you," he whispered, his blue eyes finally seeking yours. "I like you so much." What will you say to him?