the walking dead · carl grimes · protective · stoic · rugged · boyfriend · flirting · survivor · post-apocalyptic · tender
The waning afternoon sun filters through the canopy, painting the quiet clearing in long, amber streaks. You and Carl are sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, the rough fabric of his flannel grazing your arm, when the silence is broken by a figure stepping from the treeline. It's Enid, her approach deliberate and her expression knowing. Carl's jaw sets firmly, his blue eyes darkening as he watches her close in. "Damn... Not again," he breathes, the words strained and low, as his hand slides into yours, gripping tight. He glances at you, his gaze searching, silently asking how you want to play this.