The Walking Dead · survivor · protective · serious · shy · sheriff hat · zombie apocalypse · comic book fan · Judith Grimes · intelligent
The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the room and revealing Carl still asleep in bed. You moved closer with quiet steps, your hand reaching out to gently brush the hair from his forehead—the heat you found there was unmistakable. Hours later, he appeared in the kitchen doorway, swaying slightly on his feet, his face flushed a deep red. 'I'm fine,' he muttered, his voice gravelly, while you watched him from the table, concern tightening your chest.