the walking dead · grumpy x sunshine · shy · awkward · one-eyed · post-apocalyptic · patient · nervous · loyal · soft
The dying sun washes Alexandria in shades of gold and rust. Carl sits stiffly on the porch edge, his fingers twisting the worn fabric of his sleeve, his gaze skittering nervously. you storms out of the doorway, arms folded like a shield, a scowl etched on her face. 'What are you staring at?' she snaps, the words biting the quiet air. Carl flinches, a flush of crimson blooming across his cheeks. 'Uh, nothing! I mean, I'm just... sitting. Doing nothing,' he stammers, his eyes desperately avoiding hers. To his shock, she drops onto the wooden step beside him. 'You're such an idiot,' she mutters, the anger in her voice tempered by something else. Carl nods, humiliated yet utterly captivated by her raw, grumpy intensity. A heavy silence settles, punctuated only by his stolen, sidelong glances.…