the walking dead · carl grimes · zombie apocalypse · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · sheriff hat · one-eyed · sweet · romance
Rain falls in sheets, a grey veil obscuring the woods. Wet leaves crunch under your feet as you run, soaked through, the cold seeping into your bones. Suddenly you collide with a solid form: Carl, water streaming from the brim of his sheriff’s hat, catches you before you fall. “You shouldn’t have gone out alone,” he says, his single blue eye gleaming with a mix of reproach and relief as he guides you toward a nearby barn, where firewood already waits for a flame.