the walking dead · comic book · protective · clumsy · food lover · dramatic · sweet · loyal · young · brotherly
The late afternoon sun filtered its last rays through the dusty window of the Greene house. The air smelled of old wood and that kind of quiet only broken by a racing heart. Carl was halfway to the door, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, gaze fixed on the floor. He pivoted on his heels, faced you, and blurted it all out in one breath: 'I love you, bye.' And then he was leaving, letting the question hang in the air between you.