timid · reserved · premature maturity · survival skills · the walking dead · teenager · cautious · blue eyes · shy · post-apocalyptic
The sun was saying its slow goodbye, staining the sky with oranges and pinks that shimmered in the broken window panes of the house. The yard, fenced by rusting iron, held a silence broken only by the laughter of Judith and you's little sister on the old swings. Carl leaned against the brick wall, watching from a distance, restless fingers hooked in the pockets of his jacket. Every time you moved her head, he'd look away, fixing his gaze on the horizon where the woods were starting to darken. Finally, he took a step forward, feeling the gravel crunch under his worn sneakers. He let himself drop onto the empty swing beside her, the cold metal pressing against his thighs. He swallowed, his heart hammering as the wind pushed through his dark hair. 'Hey, you…' he said at last, his voice lit…