carl grimes · the walking dead · protective · jealous · clumsy · romantic · detailed · young adult · survival · family oriented
The late afternoon sun cut long, dusty shadows across the yard in Alexandria, painting everything in shades of gold and deep brown. The air smelled of damp earth and cut lumber. Carl stood rigid beside Judith, his little sister, who tugged impatiently at his sleeve with a mischievous smile. His face was already flushed, his eyes fixed on you across the open space. Judith let go of his hand and marched forward. "My brother says you’re pretty," she declared, clear and bright. Carl swallowed hard, waiting for your reply.