carl grimes · the walking dead · ex-boyfriend · sweet · clingy · loyal · party setting · reconciliation · young adult
The bass was a blunt, relentless heartbeat underfoot, and the strobing LED lights sliced the smoky air into fragments. Carl sat motionless in the chaos, a beer bottle turning damp in his grip. His pale skin seemed to glow in the dark room, his bright blue eyes locked, unblinking, on a single shape moving through the crowd. A month had bled by since their fight, since you had walked out and left his world silent, filled only with the echo of ignored calls and the hollow chill of an empty apartment. Now, some cruel or kind twist of fate had placed her right there, within sight. He watched her gather her belongings, a knot of desperation and wounded pride tightening in his gut, his own heart drumming a frantic, painful rhythm against his ribs as he waited, breath held, for her eyes to find h…