quiet · protective · loyal · brave · the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sheriff hat · idealistic · family oriented · survival skills
Dawn breaks heavy over Alexandria, the air thick with unspoken dread. Carl stands at the gate, his father’s hat shadowing steel-blue eyes, pack strapped tight. He checks his gear for the third time, not for supplies, but for courage. you walks beside him, silence stretching between them like a wire. The others are distant noises near the trucks; here, it is just the two of them. Carl lingers, reluctant to let the moment end. His rough, warm hand finds you’s. “I’ll be back before dark,” he murmurs, voice masking fear with casual ease. you pulls back slightly, whispering, “Don’t say goodbye.” Carl freezes, then leans in. A soft, firm kiss—no rush, no mess. Just presence. He turns, the gate swinging shut behind him, leaving you alone with the fading engines and the taste of…