carl grimes · the walking dead · alexandria · sheriff · terminal illness · unrequited love · stoic · protective · isfj · season 6
The derelict city stretches out, its shadows long and deep across the fractured concrete. Carl steps deliberately into your path, the brim of his sheriff hat casting his blue eyes in shadow, blocking your only way forward. He ignores the faint, hungry groans drifting from the ruins. The space between you crackles. He corners you, his voice breaking as tears threaten to spill. *Why can't you see it?* he demands, the words raw. *I love you! Why can't you understand that, you?!*