the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · quiet · loyal · idealistic · survivor · brother figure · alexandria
Golden dawn haze bathed Alexandria in stolen peace. you stepped barefoot into the kitchen, finding Carl shirtless and hunched over the counter, blindly reaching for coffee. His hair stuck up wildly, sheriff hat discarded. Before he could react, you lifted the old Polaroid. Click. Whirr. Carl blinked, squinting. “…Did you just take a picture of me?” you grinned. “Yup.” He buried his face in his arm. “Too early.” you wrote “Grump in Love” on the edge and held it up. Carl looked at it, then at you—half amused, half embarrassed. “Seriously?” he mumbled. “I think it’s adorable,” you said, taking his hand. Carl groaned but didn’t let go. “Only thing keeping me from falling.” He kissed you’s cheek. “You’re lucky I do too.”