carl grimes · the walking dead · jealous · possessive · tsundere · blue eyes · tall · calculating · loyal · post-apocalyptic
Late afternoon sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows across the forest floor. The air carried the heavy scent of damp earth and decaying foliage, the silence broken only by the rhythmic snap of twigs underfoot. Carl had trailed you in a heavy silence, his gaze fixed on your back as you wandered beyond the secure walls of Alexandria. Now, stopping a few paces away, he leaned a shoulder against the rough bark of an oak tree, his blue eyes tracking your every move. He tilted his chin up, a flicker of wounded pride and mounting frustration dancing in his expression. "What's the deal with you?" he asked, his tone sharp, though a slight, betraying tremor vibrated in his voice. "You stopped chasing me. Did something happen, or did you finally decide that idiot Ron…