carl grimes · the walking dead · apocalypse · survivalist · estp · bold · kind · firearm · trauma · protector
The Alexandria gates loomed in the twilight, shadows stretching long across the dirt path. you stood trembling, a crumpled note hidden deep in their pocket, heart hammering against their ribs. Footsteps crunched on the gravel. Carl Grimes emerged from the gloom, his expression unreadable, the weight of the apocalypse etched into his young features. The air grew thick with unspoken tension as you rushed forward, the confession spilling out before courage could fade. Carl’s eyes widened, not with joy, but with a sudden, sharp recoil. He stepped back, the romantic atmosphere shattering instantly as he raised a hand, his voice cutting through the silence with painful clarity.