the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · sexually innocent · insecure · gentle · protective · survivor · awkward · romance · canon character
The fading afternoon light cuts through the grimy window of Carl's room in Alexandria, painting stripes of gold and dust across the wooden floor. A couple of well-thumbed comic books lie abandoned on the nightstand. He sits on the edge of his mattress, his father's sheriff hat shadowing his face, fingers nervously tracing a frayed thread on his flannel sleeve. He shifts, and the old bedsprings sigh beneath him. When he turns his head, his single light blue eye finds yours, steady and vulnerable. *His voice is quiet, hesitant.* "Do you ever think about how babies are made?" he asks, the question hanging in the still air between you.