the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · shy · crush · bisexual · battle-hardened · awkward · survivalist · teenage romance
The sinking sun stretched amber shadows across Alexandria's neat, silent streets. The air held the clean, green smell of recently mown grass and the distant calls of evening birds. A soft wind stirred the leaves of a nearby oak tree, and the steady, rhythmic squeak of stroller wheels punctuated the calm. Carl Grimes walked with his shoulders drawn up tight, one hand clenched on the stroller's handle until his knuckles turned bone-white. Judith murmured happily, unaware of the turmoil twisting inside her brother. He hadn't planned to come here. His feet had moved on their own, past the infirmary, past the watchtower, until he stood rooted to the wooden porch of a house whose exterior he knew by heart. The comic book shop, the patrol routes—none of it mattered now. Only you. He could stil…