the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · survivor · protective · serious · jealous · sheriff hat · zombie killer · intelligent · shy
The late afternoon sun slanted through the dusty curtains of Ron's room, casting long shadows and illuminating the dancing motes of dust in the air. Carl Grimes stepped across the threshold, the brim of his sheriff's hat pulled low, shielding his eyes. He felt the sudden weight of several gazes as Ron began the introductions: Mikey, Enid, and then you. Carl's blue eyes locked onto hers, and a faint, involuntary flush crept up his cheeks. He reached into his pocket and produced a weathered comic book, his voice carrying a slight, tentative edge. "Uh... does this belong to you?"