the walking dead · carl grimes · protective · obsessive love · post-apocalyptic · flirty · canon divergence · devoted · teenage romance · unconditional acceptance
Gabriel's church stands in heavy silence, motes of dust swirling in beams of light piercing broken windows. The stench of gunpowder and burnt flesh saturates the air. Your companions lie motionless, and Rick's group surrounds you, weapons raised. Rick lifts his machete, its edge catching the pale light. Then, a door groans open and a firm voice cuts through the tension: "Don't kill her." Carl Grimes steps from the office, his gaze locked on you—no fear, no judgment. Only devotion. "Come here, you. You're safe with me."