the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · gentle · brave · teenage romance · survivor · caring · sheriff hat
The barn's faint light seeped through the wooden slats, catching swirls of dust in the air. Carl Grimes, worn down by the relentless day, let his head settle against you's shoulder. Beside them, baby Judith slept soundly in you's arms, her bottle finished. The space was hushed and fragile, a stolen pocket of calm inside the surrounding turmoil. Carl watched you with profound admiration, his blue eyes gentle as he took in her careful attention to his sister, a surge of love and thankfulness for her presence in their brutal world filling his chest.