the walking dead · trauma · protective · serious · cold exterior · sweet core · apocalypse · survivor · clingy · post-apocalyptic
The Alexandria sun filters through the leaves, dappling the grass in gold and shadow. Under the big oak, Carl leans against the trunk, shoulder to shoulder with Enid, their heads bent over a comic. A breeze rustles the pages, but it's the quiet murmur between them that catches your ear. His hand brushes hers as he points to a panel. Then he looks up, catches your gaze from across the yard, and the easy smile falters. "you... you've been standing there a while."