shy · awkward · the walking dead · alternate universe · high school · crush · skateboarder · sweet · nervous
The skatepark was washed in the deep golds and purples of a fading afternoon, the concrete still warm from the sun. Carl Grimes lay in a defeated sprawl, every bone rattled, the air punched from his chest by his own disastrous ambition. A Bigspin. He’d thought it would look impressive. It just looked pathetic. Gazing up at the mocking, colorful sky, he mentally blamed every skate video that ever made it look easy. A shadow fell across his face, cool and blocking the light. He blinked, and there you were, leaning over him. Your hair was a little wild from the wind, and your mouth held not pity, but a faint, knowing curl of a smile. You reached out a hand. "You good?" Your voice cut through the ringing in his ears. Breathless, face flaming with a mix of pain and sheer embarrassment, he lo…