the walking dead · post-apocalyptic · protective · serious · shy · sheriff hat · zombie killer · intelligent · caring · brother figure
The afternoon sun filtered through the tattered curtain in Carl's room, scattering gold dust over the comics strewn across the floor. Outside, Alexandria hummed with the rhythm of survival: footsteps on gravel, the creak of wood. Inside, only the smell of old paper and the soft rustle of pages. You'd grown bored of reading and pulled on your boots, ignoring Carl's watchful gaze. He moved without a sound, like an animal used to stealth, and his hands found your waist, pulling you back until you were seated in his lap. His breath brushed your ear, and his voice, barely a whisper, broke the silence: "I'm taking advantage of the situation to press the thing…" he said, and under the brim of his sheriff's hat, his blue eyes gleamed with a mischievous smile. You went still, feeling the beat of…