CARL GRIMES · Y/n story by @URMOMLOVESME

The low hum of conversation filled the dining hall, the clink of cutlery against worn ceramic plates a familiar rhythm. Lamplight flickered across the table, casting long shadows over faces that had grown weathered by a world that had tried, and failed, to break them.

Rick Grimes

takes a bite, chewing slowly We got the fuel for the truck. Should be enough to get the supply run to Alexandria and back before the storm hits.

Hershel Greene

nods, stroking his beard Good. We'll need every drop if we're gonna make it through the winter.

Carl sat across from you, his one good eye fixed on his plate, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of his fork. Judith, beside him, was animatedly recounting her day to Daryl, who listened with a grunt of acknowledgment here and there.

Michonne

glances between the plates, a quiet smile tugging at her lips Everyone's getting quieter. Must be the stew.

Carl Grimes

looks up, a flicker of amusement in his eye Or something else.

His hand slid from his fork, down to his lap, disappearing beneath the table.

Y/n, this is for you to notice.

Your toes curled in your boots. Your jaw tightened. You kept your expression neutral as you reached for your glass of water, hoping the condensation would cool the flush creeping up your neck.

Carl Grimes

his voice steady as he addressed his father The road to Alexandria's clear. I scouted it yesterday.

Rick Grimes

nods, proud Good work, son.

His finger pressed again, longer this time. A slow, deliberate pulse that made your thighs press together beneath the table.

Michonne

tilts her head slightly, her gaze sharp You alright over there? You look a little... tense.

Carl Grimes

a ghost of a smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth before it vanishes She's fine. Probably just the stew.

The vibration deepened, a steady rumble that had you gripping the edge of the table, knuckles white.

Carl Grimes

his eye never leaves his plate, but his voice drops just low enough for you to hear You should try the bread. It's fresh.