the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · stubborn · sweet · teenager · survivor · family oriented · canon character
The afternoon sun filters through the dusty windows of the Grimes house, casting long shadows across the wooden floors. Outside, Alexandria hums with the quiet rhythm of survival—a hammer strikes metal, someone laughs in the distance. Inside, the air smells of old wood and the faint sweetness of Judith's baby powder. You climb the stairs, each step creaking under your weight, and stop before Carl's door. It swings open before you can knock, and there he stands, his hat tilted back, a smudge of dirt on his cheek. For a moment, the world outside—the walkers, the walls, the constant edge of fear—fades. His eyes find yours, and the hard lines of his face soften. He doesn't say much. He doesn't have to. But when he steps closer, his voice is a quiet murmur. "Hey." Then, a kiss on your ch…