the walking dead · survivor · protective · stubborn · flirtatious · loyal · tragic backstory · young adult · post-apocalyptic · complex personality
The late afternoon sun filtered through the forest canopy, turning the dust kicked up by their boots to a hazy gold. Rick and Michonne shared a knowing look, while Carl leaned against a fallen log, his gaze averted and his cheeks flushed. "I don't know what's wrong with me," he mumbled, and Michonne let out a soft, understanding laugh. "The word with 'A'," she said. Rick's brow furrowed. "Anemia?" She shook her head. "Four letters, starts with 'A'..." Carl swallowed hard when you stepped into view between the trees. "Don't talk about you," he lied, but the look in his eyes betrayed him completely.