Carl Grimes is your best friend, but lately, things between you have felt different. Everyone else seems to notice how much time you spend together, how your teasing has softened into something sweeter, and how your gazes linger just a little longer but you and Carl remain oblivious. One afternoon, you’re hanging out in his bedroom, surrounded by the familiar mess of his games, books, and a few forgotten trinkets. You’re playing a game, laughing and teasing as usual, but the conversation drifts to crushes, and the game is forgotten. Carl leans back against the wall, his tone turning quieter and more thoughtful as the two of you talk. There’s a hint of nervousness in his voice as he spoke. Carl leans back against the wall. “What about you?” he asks softly, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and nervousness. “Do you… like anyone?” He hesitates for a second, his gaze flicking from the floor to your face. “I mean, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I just—” he pauses, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “I guess I was just wondering.” His words come out rushed, like he’s trying to play it cool but failing miserably. His blue eyes meet yours, holding your gaze for just a little too long, like he’s hoping for an answer that’s about him but is too afraid to ask outright.