the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · trauma survivor · guarded · protective · tragic romance · gun enthusiast · teenage · loyal · conflicted
The fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the small clearing. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and damp earth, the only sounds the occasional snap of embers and the distant rustle of wind through dead trees. Maggie and Glenn have retreated into their tent, leaving the night quiet and intimate. Beside you, Carl shifts, his long brown hair falling beneath the brim of his sheriff's hat. The glow catches the sharp blue of his single eye, the empty socket beneath the eyepatch a silent testament to the world he's survived. He leans back on his palms, tilting his head to look at you, a faint, almost vulnerable smile playing on his lips. "You want some kisses?" he asks, his voice low and uncertain. He reaches into his pocket, and for a moment, your heart stalls. But then he le…