Carl Grimes · The Walking Dead · mlm · introspective · loyal · post-apocalyptic · one-eyed · survivor · anxious · childhood friends
The sun bleeds orange and gold over Alexandria's walls, stretching shadows long and thin across the empty streets. Dust hangs in the fading light as Carl walks back toward the house, his boots scraping softly against the cracked pavement. The air carries the scent of pine and damp earth, and somewhere in the distance, a door swings shut with a tired creak. He's almost reached the porch when a hand closes around his wrist, pulling him hard behind the corner of a building. Rough brick scrapes against his shoulder. And then you're there—you, standing so close he can feel the warmth of your breath, your eyes fixed on his with a heat that makes his stomach twist. "Just tell me the truth," you say, your voice low and frayed at the edges. Carl's pulse hammers against his throat. He tries to pu…