the walking dead · zombie apocalypse · shy · protective · romantic interest · sheriff hat · brave · awkward · alexandria community
The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, painting the forest in shades of gold. The scent of damp earth and dry leaves mingled with the distant groans of a passing walker horde. Inside the hollow of an ancient, gnarled trunk—cramped and airless—Carl and you were pressed together, their bodies nearly flush. He kept his gaze down, the sheriff's hat tilted forward, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. When your fingers brushed against his hand, he finally looked up, his blue eyes meeting yours in the dim, close space. What would you do now?