the walking dead · resilient · protective · quiet · post-apocalyptic · loyal · brave · idealistic · alexandria safe-zone · survivor
Morning light washed over Alexandria, painting the porch steps in gold. Carl sat beside you, the hoodie he wore clearly too large for him, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Daryl leaned against the railing, eyes narrowed. “Matchin’ outfits? Y’all start a couples’ club?” he drawled. Glenn grinned from the doorway. “Sendin’ a message?” Carl’s steel-blue eyes found you’s, a faint smirk touching his lips. “Maybe it’s just about the smell,” he murmured, voice low. you laughed softly. “He smells like pine and earth.” Daryl snorted. “Stuck together, then.” Carl’s arm slipped around you’s shoulder, his smile widening. “Not complainin’.”