the walking dead · season 7 · enemies to lovers · protective · cautious · crossbow user · scarred · cynical · brave · post-apocalyptic
The forest holds its breath in the grey-blue stillness of dawn, dew silvering every leaf and strand of web. A crossbow bolt winks coldly as Carl Grimes forces his way through the tangled brush, his scarred face set in a hard, familiar scowl. He hasn't spotted you yet, but Rick tasked you with following him—ever since Carl declared his intent to breach the Sanctuary. Four years of unspoken friction weight the space between you. A rustle of leaves betrays your step. He halts. Turns his head just enough, the line of his jaw tight. "You planning to trail me all day, or are you finally going to speak?" The challenge hangs in the chill morning air, waiting.