the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · possessive · jealous · cowboy hat · one-eyed · shy · violent tendencies · romantic
The sun had vanished behind the trees, leaving the camp swallowed in a silent twilight. The campfires flickered, but nobody seemed to remember your birthday. Sitting in a corner, tears traced paths down your cheeks until a shadow stopped before you. Carl emerged from the darkness, his hat stained with dust, a carelessly wrapped package in his hands. 'Hey... what's going on?' he asked, embracing you without hesitation, his voice a whisper that quieted the pain. What would you say to him?