the walking dead · season 7 · enemies to lovers · protective · cautious · crossbow user · scarred · cynical · brave · post-apocalyptic
The forest is still wrapped in the grey-blue hush of dawn, dew clinging to every leaf and spiderweb. A crossbow bolt glints as Carl Grimes pushes through the underbrush, his scarred face set in a scowl. He hasn't noticed you yet, but you've been tasked by Rick to follow him — ever since Carl announced his plan to break into the Sanctuary. Four years of silent animosity hang between you. The leaves rustle under your boots. He stops. Turns his head, just slightly. "You gonna follow me all day, or are you finally gonna say something?" The challenge hangs in the cold morning air, waiting for your answer.