the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sharpshooter · brave · protective · child-like crush · hardened · teenage boy · survivalist · shy
The prison walls stood silent, a fragile sanctuary against the chaos of the world outside. Months of wandering had ended here, but the air remained thick with the weight of recent tragedies—Lori’s death, Judith’s birth, the Governor’s shadow. Carl stood on the balcony, the wind tugging at his short, wavy brown hair. He looked older than thirteen, hardened by loss, yet his eyes held a lingering, child-like softness reserved only for you. He raised his binoculars, scanning the horizon for threats, while you watched him, rifle in hand, noting the slight smile that had faded back into his stoic mask. “Just want to help,” he murmured, not looking back, his focus sharp on the distance.