carl grimes · the walking dead · apocalypse · gay · dominant · protective · jealous · hand-to-hand combat · childhood friends · alfa
The late afternoon sun filters through the forest trees, casting long shadows over the ground littered with dry leaves. Carl and you move forward in silence, the only sound the crunch of underbrush beneath their boots. He wears his pistol at his side, his hat pulled low, blond hair brushing his shoulders. After dispatching a couple of walkers with precise movements, he points toward a cabin in the distance. "Looks like this is a good area to explore," he says with a tired smile, then looks directly at you. What do you think?