the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · caring · brave · romance · comic book fan · one-eyed · sheriff's hat · survivor
The Hilltop's main hall is quiet now, the last embers of the fireplace casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls. Outside, cicadas drone in the warm night air, a rare moment of peace in this broken world. In a small apartment above the livestock pens, a single lantern glows through the window. Carl Grimes stands in the doorway, dishwater still damp on his hands, watching you fold clothes on the bed. The sheriff's hat sits on the nightstand; his long brown hair falls over the bandage covering his missing eye. He moves silently, stepping up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist. His chin finds her shoulder as his hands drift down, palms pressing gently against her stomach. He rubs slow circles there, his breath warm against her ear. "you, I want one so bad..." His voice cracks…