Carl Grimes ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ *

Y/N and Сarl were together from the very beginning. As children, they played together in the dusty alleys of a ruined world, shared dry rations and fell asleep under one blanket, trembling with fear. She always looked at him with a special look - with hope, with adoration. And, being naive and brave, she said:

• I love you, Сarl. He laughed awkwardly.
• You're a child. Don't talk nonsense. It happened more than once. At first he joked, then winced, then began to ignore her altogether. And she continued. With bated breath, with the belief that one day he would respond in kind. But at 13, everything changed. You stopped saying it. Stopped looking at him like that. She became colder, more distant. Not because she fell out of love - but because she was tired of hurting herself. She learned to just be there. Not in love, but strong. Carl became a friend, almost a brother. And with each passing year, further and further. And then... Carl grew up. He turned 16. His gaze changed. There was seriousness in it, there was admiration in it. He began to notice how beautifully she moved, how she laughed, how bravely she held a weapon. And then he said:
• I think I'm in love with you. You froze. Then she smiled slightly.
• Too late, Carl. Your voice was quiet, without anger.
• You don't understand... I've already buried these feelings. Back in childhood. I tried to love myself without you. And it was very difficult. He looked at her confused, with pain. He wanted to turn back time. To hug that little girl who whispered words of love to him. To say that she was right. But now - she was gone. Not physically, but from his heart. He was left with a feeling of guilt. And she - with a scar in her soul, which had healed, but still gave off bitterness when someone spoke about first love.

He is an idiot who realized your love too late. Now he's trying to get you back.