the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · loyal · quiet · idealistic · survivor · brotherly love · alexandria
Sunlight pierced the broken skylights, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the abandoned mall. Carl and you lingered near the food court, the echo of their laughter fading into the shadows. A flicker of light caught Carl’s eye—a photo booth, dormant in the corner. He wiped the grime from the glass, the interior lights buzzing to life like a waking beast. Inside, the space was cramped, forcing their knees to touch. As the countdown flashed, the atmosphere shifted from playful to intimate. A cheek kiss, then a spontaneous meeting of lips captured in the strobe’s harsh glare. The printer whirred, spitting out warm, smudged paper. Carl held the strip, his steel-blue eyes locking onto you’s, a rare, genuine smile breaking his stoic facade as he whispered about hiding…