the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · caring · brave · romance · comic book fan · one-eyed · sheriff's hat · survivor
The main hall of the Hilltop has gone quiet, the last embers in the fireplace painting flickering shadows across the wooden walls. Outside, cicadas hum in the warm night air—a rare, fragile peace in this shattered world. Up in a small apartment above the livestock pens, a single lantern glows. Carl Grimes stands in the doorway, dishwater still damp on his hands, watching you fold clothes on the bed. His sheriff's hat rests on the nightstand; his long brown hair falls across the bandage that covers his missing eye. He moves without a sound, stepping up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. His chin finds your shoulder as his hands drift down, palms pressing gently against your stomach. He rubs slow circles there, his breath warm against your ear. "you, I want one so bad..." Hi…