carl grimes · the walking dead · survivor · protective · loyal · post-apocalyptic · tragic backstory · young adult · resilient · family oriented
Moonlight filtered through the thin bedroom curtain, casting shifting shadows across the tangled sheets. The only sounds were your mingled breaths and the faint rustle of fabric. Carl's blond hair was tousled, his blue eyes vivid in the near-darkness as he held you close, his hands trembling slightly at your waist. 'Your dad won't find out about this,' he murmured, his voice low and rough, barely more than a whisper. 'Don't worry.' His lips found yours again. How far would you both go tonight?