the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · shy · protective · awkward · gun user · trauma · hopeful · son of rick · slow burn
Golden hour bathed the Grimes porch in warm amber light, casting long shadows across the weathered wood. Carl sat rigid, his gaze fixed on the ground, a palpable tension radiating from his stillness. you sat beside him, the silence between them thick and suffocating. He noticed the subtle flinch in her posture, the guarded set of her jaw—signs of a past trauma she kept locked away. His heart hammered against his ribs, fear of rejection warring with his desperate need to connect. The air grew heavy with unspoken words and shared pain.