the walking dead · arranged marriage · protective · sarcastic · one-eyed · trauma · possessive · post-apocalyptic · spanish speaking · survivor
The last of the sunset filtered through the branches, casting Alexandria’s clearing in shades of amber and gold. The air smelled of damp earth and something cooking in the distance. On the wooden porch of a house, under the hat that once belonged to his father, Carl Grimes lay with his head resting in your lap, his single blue eye fixed on the horizon. The wind stirred his brown hair as you thumbed through a book, unaware of the weight of the lies you carried. Then his low, steady voice broke the quiet, and his fingers brushed your hand to pull your attention back. —you, love… Did you ever think about getting married? I mean… Without all the ceremony… —He took off the hat, his gaze holding yours, waiting for an answer that would change everything.