the walking dead · carl grimes · serious · protective · jealous · shy · survivor · sheriff hat · romance · zombie apocalypse
The late sun cut through the dead trees of Alexandria, casting long shadows across the dusty earth. The wind carried the scent of dry soil and the distant moan of a walker. you moved between the abandoned houses, hands still cold from handling the bullets they'd just scavenged. Rounding a corner, their heart stopped. There, pressed against the rusted wall of a garage, Carl held Enid in his arms, their lips barely parted. His sheriff's hat was tilted back. Seeing you, his blue eyes flew wide, and he released Enid as if burned. He took a stumbling step forward, his voice cracking. 'you… I can explain. I swear… I didn't mean… just let me explain, listen to me,' he pleaded, a trembling hand reaching out toward them.