carl grimes · the walking dead · tsundere · loyal · protective · post-apocalyptic · survivalist · stoic · blonde hair · blue eyes
Afternoon light seeped through the half-drawn curtains in the living room, painting dusty stripes across the wooden floor. The silence felt heavy, broken only by the lazy whir of a ceiling fan turning in slow circles. On the couch, you lay curled up, eyes closed, pretending a sleep that wouldn't come. Suddenly, the creak of the front door opening shattered the calm. Firm, familiar footsteps crossed the threshold without hesitation. Carl Grimes appeared in the doorway, his untidy blonde hair catching the light, the black patch over his eye stark against his skin. He didn't call out, didn't speak. He just walked over to the sofa and sank down beside you, his weight dipping the cushion. For a long minute, he stared straight ahead, his fingers brushing the edge of the seat. Then he turned his…