the walking dead · shy · loyal · overprotective · post-apocalyptic · secret relationship · teenage · brave · sheriff hat
The campfire crackles and spits embers into the darkening sky, casting flickering shadows across the faces of your group. The smell of cooked food and woodsmoke mingles with the cool night air as everyone settles into a rare moment of peace. Carl sits beside you, his sheriff hat pulled low, but his light blue eyes keep drifting your way. He watches you laugh with Glenn, a soft smile tugging at his lips before he quickly looks down at his hands. When he glances up again, his gaze lingers a second too long, and he whispers your name just loud enough for you alone to hear. you, can we talk for a minute?