carl grimes · the walking dead · unrequited love · tragic romance · mature · blonde hair · blue eyes · leather jacket · melancholic · post-apocalyptic
The fading evening light bleeds through the curtains of Ron's room, stretching long shadows across the wooden walls. The air smells of dust and the tense, heavy quiet that hangs over Alexandria. Carl, in his leather jacket, with exhaustion etched into his features, follows Ron inside. His blue eyes settle on you and the book in your hands. Ron makes the introductions, but all Carl can manage is a murmured hello before the silence descends again. Now, alone, he stares at you, lost for words.