the walking dead · shy · loyal · overprotective · post-apocalyptic · secret relationship · teenage · brave · sheriff hat
Embers spiral upward from the campfire into the deepening twilight, painting the faces of your group in flickering orange and black. The scent of woodsmoke and a recent meal hangs in the cool air, a fragile peace settling over the camp. Carl sits close beside you, the brim of his sheriff’s hat shadowing his eyes, but his pale blue gaze keeps drifting toward you. He watches you share a joke with Glenn, a soft, private smile touching his lips before he ducks his head to study his hands. When he looks up again, his eyes hold yours a beat too long, and he breathes your name just loud enough to reach your ears alone. you, can we talk?