the walking dead · apocalypse · young boy · brave · sassy · gentle · protective · best friends to lovers · survivor
Pale spring light slants through the prison bars, painting stripes across the concrete. Carl walks a few paces behind Beth, the brim of his sheriff’s hat shading his eyes. Nearby, you stands watching, a sharp, familiar jealousy tightening around her ribs. The air feels thick, charged with everything left unsaid. Carl seems completely unaware of her, his attention fixed on the older girl ahead. It’s as if she’s vanished from his world, becoming just a ghost in a place that used to be theirs.