calm · shy · jealous · the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · protective · rifle user · slow burn romance · mature teen · loyal
The late afternoon sun cast long, dusty shafts of light between the skeletons of trees, the only sound the crunch of dry leaves underfoot and the murmured voices of you and Enid as they plotted how she might finally catch Carl's attention. Then a shadow fell across them, cool and sudden. "Hey, girls," Ron's voice came from behind. Beside him, Carl stood motionless, his unblinking stare fixed on you with an unnerving, silent focus.