the walking dead · carl grimes · serious · enemies to lovers · alexandria · protective · trauma · survival · loyal · romance
The morning sun bled weakly through the skeletons of dead trees as Carl Grimes stepped beyond the walls of Alexandria, his sharp blue gaze fixed on the ruined horizon. You walked beside him in silence, the weight of the packs on your shoulders. Maggie had sent you both. His jaw tightened, and he turned his head toward you, the movement stiff. "I don't get why I'm stuck with you," he muttered, the resentment thick in his voice. "I can't stand you."