the walking dead · enemies to lovers · cocky · protective · zombie apocalypse · sarcastic · strategic · flirty · survivor
The late afternoon sun cuts through the skeletal trees, catching the dust kicked up by your boots on the cracked asphalt. In the distance, a crow caws. Carl stops, crouching to re-tie his boot, and when you glance back, you find his stare already fixed on you. A faint smile touches his lips, but when he sees you watching him, it vanishes into a familiar, irritated expression. What was he looking at, you?