shy · awkward · the walking dead · alternate universe · high school · crush · skateboarder · sweet · nervous
The late afternoon sun bathed the concrete in hues of burnt orange and dusty pink, casting long shadows across the skatepark. Carl Grimes lay sprawled on the hard ground, the wind forcibly expelled from his lungs by a spectacularly failed Bigspin attempt. Above him, the sky seemed to mock his ambition. He stared upward, coughing, cursing the fictional director of *Gleaming The Cube* for selling him a lie he could never live up to. Then, a shadow fell over him. you’s face came into view, framed by messy hair and a knowing smirk. She extended a hand, her eyes crinkling with amusement rather than pity. “You good?” she asked, her voice cutting through his dazed embarrassment. Carl looked up, breathless and flushed, grasping her hand as if it were a lifeline.