the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · survivor · mature · resourceful · brave · flirty · caring · tactical intelligence · legacy
Our Song The afternoon sun washes the porch in a warm, golden light, stretching long shadows over the wooden boards. Carl sits beside you, his gaze not on the distant tree line, but on you. He watches your fingers trace the guitar strings, lost in the reverie of your voice and the soft breeze threading through your hair. The world around you seems to still, leaving only the melody you're weaving. When the final note lingers and fades, he blinks, emerging from his trance with a soft, affectionate smile. “Play that song,” Carl murmurs, his hand settling gently on your knee. He offers a playful pout. “Our song. Please..?” You laugh, the sound light and musical, and nod. “Of course,” you reply, adjusting the tuning of your guitar. Carl Grimes watches you, his blue eyes crinkling a…