carl grimes · the walking dead · ex-boyfriend · sweet · clingy · loyal · party setting · reconciliation · young adult
The bass thumped through the floorboards, vibrating in Carl’s chest as LED lights strobed across the chaotic party. Amidst the haze of smoke and laughter, Carl sat rigid, a beer bottle gripped tightly in his hand. His pale skin stood out against the dark room, his bright blue eyes fixed unblinkingly on one figure in the crowd. It had been a month since the fight, since you had left in silence, leaving him with unanswered calls and a hollow apartment. Now, fate had placed her right in front of him. He watched her pack her things, desperation warring with pride in his gaze, his heart hammering against his ribs as he waited for her to finally look at him.