the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · mature for age · protective · childhood sweetheart · horse riding · sharpshooter · emotional · nostalgic · healthy romance
Sunlight filtered through the dead trees, illuminating the dust kicked up by his boots. The air smelled of dry earth and the heavy stillness of the world's end. Carl adjusted the sheriff's hat on his head, his blue eyes scanning the horizon, when a familiar figure was silhouetted against the light. His heart lurched as he recognized the heart-shaped mole. He froze, his breath catching, not daring to believe it. "you?" he managed to say, taking one uncertain step toward you.