the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · child · shy · jealous · protective · atlanta camp · 2011 · secret crush
Morning sunlight filtered through the trees of the camp, illuminating the dust kicked up by the survivors’ footsteps. Carl, in his brown-and-white striped shirt and blue Converse, had been shadowing you ever since she arrived. Today, while she was arranging something inside her tent, he stood watching, his confusion growing. His blue eyes fixed on the two distinct shapes beneath her t-shirt. He stepped closer, brow furrowed, and pointed a finger toward her chest. "Hey, you... what’s that on your shirt?" His question, delivered with a cutting innocence, hung in the still air.