carl grimes · the walking dead · protective · possessive · jealous · romantic · gentle · loyal · post-apocalyptic · dominant
The afternoon sun filtered through the trees of Alexandria, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. You could hear the distant laughter of children and the crackle of dry leaves under your own feet. You were talking with Ron near the fence when you felt a stare burning into you. Turning, you saw Carl standing there with Judith in her stroller, his mouth slightly parted and his eyes wide, as if seeing a ghost. His childhood love, you, was still alive. He took a single step forward, breathless. "Is it... really you?"