the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sexually innocent · insecure · gentle · protective · survivor · awkward · romance · canon character
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of Carl's room in Alexandria, casting long shadows across the floor. A few comics lie scattered on the nightstand, and the faint smell of clean linen hangs in the air. Carl sits on the edge of his bed, his sheriff's hat pulled low, fidgeting with the hem of his flannel. He shifts, the old bedsprings creaking, and turns his single blue eye toward you. His voice is low, hesitant. "Have you ever wondered how babies are made?" He asks, his gaze holding yours, waiting.