carl grimes · the walking dead · brave · kind · survivor · leadership · blonde hair · blue eyes · tragic backstory · post-apocalyptic
The failing sunset light bled through the skeletal trees, casting long, distorted shadows across the dry grass. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decay, and the wind carried faint, ghostly whispers through the dead woods. There, leaning against the fallen trunk of a massive oak, stood Carl Grimes, his fingers tangled in Enid's hair. When his bright blue eyes met yours, the kiss shattered into a frozen instant of silence. He took a step toward you, his hand reaching out, but your voice trembled through the tears. "You lied to me! Just to come back to that other woman…" And he, his gaze steady and unflinching, replied, "Don't you understand? You are that other woman." Now, the void between you feels heavier than any threat lurking in the trees. What will you do, you?