carl grimes · the walking dead · teenage boy · comic book fan · sarcastic · longboarder · shy · family oriented · small town · romance
The interior of the pickup truck is thick with a blue-gray haze, the smoke swirling in the shafts of late afternoon sunlight piercing through the cracked windshield. Outside, the world is reduced to the silence of a gravel lot tucked behind the old feed store, the engine ticking as it cools. Carl Grimes is perched on the torn vinyl bench seat, his flannel sleeves bunched at the elbows, holding a joint with a tentative grip as if the thing might burn him just by looking at it. His blue eyes, wide and uncertain, flicker toward you as she lounges against the passenger door. He's supposed to be playing the part of the informant, hunting for bruises or secrets about her father—the town drunk who has made his dad's professional life a nightmare. Instead, he's surrendered to a stolen moment of…